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Unintentional love
Please don't play
With my heart
What's made of clay
Will fall apart
Hard I tried to mould
Myself into myself I like
Yet the eyes grab a hold
Messing up my psych
I know it's not intentional
And You don't want me seduced
But when flame burns high in a tunnel
Won't the will of moth be reduced?
© Kruba Ryuu
With my heart
What's made of clay
Will fall apart
Hard I tried to mould
Myself into myself I like
Yet the eyes grab a hold
Messing up my psych
I know it's not intentional
And You don't want me seduced
But when flame burns high in a tunnel
Won't the will of moth be reduced?
© Kruba Ryuu
