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Beautiful Liar

His mind is a web Lies running through lines Craftiness lives rent-free in his blood Maybe he was born with it Or perhaps he acquired it along the lanes  The lanes of life  He knows your weaknesses  Like a moth stuck in a web; he skilfully feasts on you You are his prey; a beautiful prey  You don't see it until the blood is drained completely from your veins  You struggle to be set free from his entanglement  From the snare his tongue's held you in  Too bad, my darling You were his prey from the moment he said "Hi" By: Sambasy 
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