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In the shadow of his dreams He wears on his smile Lust without longevity, soft screams Veils of gentleman guile A pair of dead eyes holds in place A cold heart and two warm arms Alive but absent in space Of the deception of courting charms But flirting with the naive Quickly enough, if not tragic... An ambush she couldn’t believe By romance and its alleged magic The story comes to a close Conquered and blown out A candle amongst echos Just another notch he endowed
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May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 5:40 PM UTC
Don Juannabe
In the shadow of his dreams He wears on his smile Lust without longevity, soft screams Veils of gentleman guile A pair of dead eyes holds in place A cold heart and two warm arms Alive but absent in space Of the deception of courting charms But flirting with the naive Quickly enough, if not tragic... An ambush she couldn’t believe By romance and its alleged magic The story comes to a close Conquered and blown out A candle amongst echos Just another notch he endowed
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May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 5:40 PM UTC
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