In shadows dark, a tale I shall weave,
Of a girl whose heart, you must not believe.
With lips like poison, her words cut deep,
A siren of love, luring hearts to weep.

She wore a mask of innocence and grace,
But beneath it all, a treacherous embrace.
Her touch was fire, consuming and wild,
Leaving shattered souls, broken and beguiled.

She whispered promises, like whispers in the wind,
But they were but illusions, meant to rescind.
Her love was a game, a dangerous charade,
Leaving hearts ravaged, like a shipwrecked brigade.

Beware the deceitful girl, a master of disguise,
With a heart of ice, hiding behind her lies.
She weaves her web with skillful precision,
Leaving behind a trail of heartbreak and derision.

So guard your heart, my friend, with utmost care,
For the deceitful girl's love is not fair.
Seek a love that's honest, true and kind,
And leave the deceitful girl's illusion behind.
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