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Sm Aug 18
I've never thought about love
That's an illusion  
I used to tell myself

But then I saw it  
It was a sparkle  
It was a rhythm

The rhythm of your thighs
Moving on my body  
Like a dance in the light

Until I closed my eyes
And I realized
They were leading me  
One step closer  
To the devil

— The End —