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Fake Love
Stealthy in the shadows
Creeping through the meadows
In the black of night
Before the morning light.
To my window he creeps
His love is for my keeps
A single pebble thrown against the glass
Landing with a threatening crash.
It explodes into tiny crystals
In bursts a man bearing a pistol
I lay vulnerable in my bed
As he presses the gun against my head.
I'm told not to speak; I wouldn't dare
The pain is something I could not bear
He rips apart my room
But all I can see is my tomb.
Soon he is gone
Sprinting across my lawn
I thought I loved him
That was such a sin.
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hey, this is really good. what was he looking for in your room?