Yvonne Iversen Biography

There is a man without a face,
a faceless man without a name.
He's the son of nobody-knows-whom,
the father of no one.
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We see the world through these coloured glasses,
rose coloured glasses.
With tinted spectacles we preserve the
red vision of love,
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I came with my confession.
I couldn’t take the palpitations.
With this love digression
I admit you got my heart in possession.
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Lost for words.
Because pityness seems so weak,
yet so strong.
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Bang.
Bang.
A shot in the head.
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