Fallen
I met her: her name is Karen. And I love her, la la la la.
I saw her across the floor. She kissed me with her heart.
I want more more more. She gave it to me.
She’s from Barcelona. She’s Catalan, hurt me.
We are innocent. Perhaps we take gelati.
I hold her in my heart. For as long as she can stand.
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