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A lost bet!!
The flower turns it's head towards the dark,
All the scars are gone but
I'm left with the marks,
Of all the battles win and a lost bet,
You rejected me before we even met.
A poem, A perfect recipe, Tastes so good,
I was...
All the scars are gone but
I'm left with the marks,
Of all the battles win and a lost bet,
You rejected me before we even met.
A poem, A perfect recipe, Tastes so good,
I was...
