It was in class seven
When I was misled for the first time
By the stench of your fragrance
And the rhythm of your voice
Was it love?
But it surely made me weak in my knees
And the twirl in my stomach
I still cant forget the shiver
When you put your gaze on me
A trifle one albeit
And how I craved for
That one intimate moment between us
Until one day when
The illusion turned wicked
And the kiss of death was planted
I never saw the face again
Nor did I hear the mystic voice
Blindfolded and back-stabbed
For eternity....
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