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Mar 2021
Your body type wasn't my type
But your charisma was all the hype.
Doe Eyes made my soul cry.
But we failed : my deceit | your lies

Your femininity was never real
After your makeup a stranger was revealed.
Your confidence was fickle,
But your humor kept me tickled.

You had potential to be the one
For a split second I thought I had won
Found my soul mate or twin flame
But you were the master of mind games.
Written by
ZL  F/Earth
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