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If a needle was to be put in my capillaries to forget you

I'd been a walking void. 

If each time I thought about you could grow my hair by an inch,

I'd been the Tangle you read about.

If changing wrappers of my skin had not worked, 

Could change my skin and bones. 

If you were on the moon

I could study turning all upside down to be an astronaut.

Had my heart not recited your name, 

My sleeves hadn't been up to this stretch. 

If I could have a job of making you happy,

You would been immortal by now

If I were the Leonardo, 

I had painted you smiling 

Till eternity