Inflated lies keep me on edge.
Tender in her promise to let me down without justification.
Sweet fragrance mixed with wine talk are enough to keep me ignorant.
If I don't leave soon I might not live to regret it.
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Author:
Michaelpoet (
Offline) - Published: March 9th, 2024 01:07
- Category: Love
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Devil woman?
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