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Mar 2016
Your eyes are tender but your look has tease.
You've been created to beckon, ****** and please.
You are an earthly creature, but I would sell for you my soul,
And would betray Almighty God, not being afraid of paying toll.
My actions are no longer ruled and judged by any reason,
For Love lies high above religion, and worth the blasphemy for treason.
Written by
PrinceAlexander
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