Losing his mind over on
The Red Pearls,
Balancing the two scales,
Chastity in the light,
Debauchery in the alley.

A frequenter of hers,
He latched on too quickly,
Writing verses of love,
That are foreign to her.

She claimed, to keep the ruse on,
"I've only ever wanted your charming company,
I've no interest in your filthy money!"

So he believed her,
'Cause the lonely one is so eager for a reflected smile!

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