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Pretty Monica
The insatiable passion inside our blood, out of control, flowed quicker than a waterfall... made us profoundly intense; that determination, not to waste moments, was affirmed by our earnest intention! Where will I find pretty Monica? She can't be replaced by witty Erica, who forces me to forget... until there'll be no memory left! This sky was so crimson and cloudless, a reminder of those evenings of tenderness; now this boring rain pours down on that maple tree: erasing everything we wrote on its bark; and it even glowed like a star throughout the dark, inviting us to spend a night...drifting in a dream! Where will I find pretty Monica? Even the beautiful face of Angelica doesn't offer me hope and consolation; she truly was the perfect woman in all creation! I speak of a name so unheard by others, and foolishly fall into the stranger's arms... those cold arms that can't make me feel comfortable; I cry out words that seem impossible to be said in silence with certainty, because nobody wants to hear them...except me!
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