At least,
I should say, you look good with black clothes . . .
Rather than creeping around your shadows.
I just overdose myself with inferiority complex . . .
You become the needle in my neck.
At least,
I shouldn't switch too swift . . .
How can I forget those wizard eyes ?
Addicting to the look can't sound like a myth,
You become the rhyme which I can't deny.
(bs)
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