Beautiful were your eyes
which looks to be mysterious.
Lips used to be juicy
even Angle feel jealous.
Heavenly the smile was
but the dimple I what like.
This used to be my dream girl,
but my dream had cut like birthday cake.
All dream about there dolls
I'm nothing the separate.
But I had seen her
and they hand not yet.
But
how rude the time is? ? ?
cruel,
selfish,
swindle,
took my doll away
and placed a lot of hurdles.
Knowing me too weak
but sat silent
with a devil smile
to enjoy my bloody end....! !
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