My scent would be trapped at the curve of your neck
where I attempted to taste your skin
I hope I left with you true love, the love your lies tried to tell me.
I'm glad that's all I left with you, something pure,
maybe a cure to your bleeding ego,
I left my naive heart with a beautiful devil; A devil I saw as an angel.
Your words are nothing to explain.
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