Like sorcery your style seemed, ,
For i envisioned no one but you.
Confused I've by no means been about you,
For I'm old to mortal your pre-owned.
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For on that lonely night,
You opined it wouldn't be love,
But the keenness we felt,
And it was consumated with a brokeness.
love, strange, mystery. tony
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For on that lonely night, You opined it wouldn't be love, But the keenness we felt, And it was consumated with a brokeness. love, strange, mystery. tony