Revelation of

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I fell for one, I fell for two
Still with no further a do.
I fell for three, it's still on the run
Run wild my mind upon his simple thought.
To claim that sweet alluring smile of yours, I vow Boy.
To run my hands on those hair while were on fire.
For the love of you I let myself a disgrace
Thereupon your proposal I await.
Keeping calm and serene
For when I'm with you, even my worst demons behave and listen.


--❤

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