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Nostalgic but tragic
A magic that got me with the sleight of hand
A trick that played and broke my heart.
Devoured by false hope
Strangled by loves rope
High with your memories dope.

I don't know how can i cope
If my sanity and my only hope
Is the strop that is used to slit my throat.
S.
In any pose you're like a rose and in every angle I can see an angel and those stellar eyes they have captured me and made me fall in love.

— The End —