Am on my heels
going after the wheels
just to remove the peels of your well guarded steels.
Just to check how it feels
to jilt with your jeels
for i know not of the keels of real love reels.
I hope time will heal, the broken and cherished deal,
for hardly had we seal,
than i was overtaken by ego and zeal,
to eat my meal of our love bound real.
To b cont.
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