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by: Andrea Lee
Acupuncture sweet as a playing lyre
Amidst a painful yellow orange fire
Burnt to ashes by his tarnished presence
Remnants mixing with his hellish incense
Heaving through his corrupted lungs
Daunting than a gelandesprung
But how much does she really know
But how much does she really know
about this fiend whose life's a woe
Their relationship, a comely abstract
Picturesque extemporaneous act
Dwelling in a conspicuous deceit
Rolling in invisible blanket sheets
He is a walking conundrum
Speaks with poetic gentle hum
Which ceased, lost in the murky rye
After her sincere faint goodbye
Title from my bestfriend, thanks bud :)
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