There was a gleam in your untamed eyes
As you wickedly spoke in jest
'Let she who loves, know love lasts not,
Quick or slow, it dies a painful death'
And I knew each letter of every word
For it was I who put them there
It was I who chose to break your heart
By parting ways with it
I threw a stone against the mirror
An attempt to shatter your ugly form
Tear-wracked, blood shot with bags of coal
Your eyes testified to the demon born
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