im not sure how long
he can torture me
with that flawless grin
but i sure can
suffer
for ever.
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blinded
Poetryshe was blinded by his perfection. he was too blind to realise. ☁ [copyright simile-, two thousand and fourteen] #140 in Poetry | #904 in Romance
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im not sure how long
he can torture me
with that flawless grin
but i sure can
suffer
for ever.