Maybe I came on too strong in the beginning–
When I was testing out tricks.
It was silly–
An unspoken game,
Between an old friend and I.
Cheshire grins from quiet girls,
The subtlest of touches.
The two of us,
Capricious sirens,
Meant nothing of it.
Perhaps our uncouth victim was unaware of this.
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VADE RETRO ME, SATANA.
PoetryVADE RETRO ME, SATANA [Get off my back, Satan.] Disclaimer: This story becomes progressively lighter as I do.
