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Hoax

Hoax

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He called her as holy

Alatus angel,

As her smile lit

His darkness,

He called her as

Delicate dream

Of magic spell,

As her charm

Of love was his

Undying weakness;


Little did he know

About the broken promise,

Only to see that

She was an adroit

To hitch with a jerk.


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