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I have never met him, But he thinks I am stunning, He's everything I want, No one else is in the running. Skin like a Redmayne, Darkest eyes I've ever seen, Just a posh boy who's determined To crush his parents dreams. He's the Saint of Temptation, Talks like he's got a title, In love with the East, A master of survival. He is steeped in history, And though I do not know why, His reputation reaches further Then the late night red sky. The only problem is, He's as perfect as can be, No matter how stunning, Another girl's with him, not me.
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Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 5:47 PM UTC
The Saint of Temptation
I have never met him, But he thinks I am stunning, He's everything I want, No one else is in the running. Skin like a Redmayne, Darkest eyes I've ever seen, Just a posh boy who's determined To crush his parents dreams. He's the Saint of Temptation, Talks like he's got a title, In love with the East, A master of survival. He is steeped in history, And though I do not know why, His reputation reaches further Then the late night red sky. The only problem is, He's as perfect as can be, No matter how stunning, Another girl's with him, not me.
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Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 5:47 PM UTC
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