Date of Creation: 8th of January, 2019
She had an ego.
A size of a cisino.
Her circle was no less but more,
Trashy, egotistical and bad.
A scar to a keypad.
He met her and judged,
From the first look;
Judging a book by its cover.
Without a wait to discover.
An aroma of hate showered him
From the first sight
Blinded by her circle;
Circulating, oh so bright.
She wasn't much albescent than him.
As the darkness was mutual.
So they kept it that way,
Without thinking of the eventual.
Even with a timeline of being apart,
When they had to fortunately depart.
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