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Your "yes" as Heaven. Your "not" as Hell.
Your silence as sword in my heart.
I like your soft side and hard as well.
For pleasure should ready pay charge.
Your name Martina, but my mobile,
Since i lost all hopes for my dream,
Shows funny record, to make me smile:
Be ready digest "ice-ice, cream".
Repair body? Repair mind?
I newer know, tonight whom i meet.
But what afraid of? You are my kind-
Ice-cream is my favourite sweet.
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