A PoEm
There is a Wickedness in my heart, rivalled only by the Passion i seek.
Like fruits on stalks hanging from branches, they co-exist.
You see it once, only one time, the wickedness that sits within, for my passion is out here for you to feel.
Tell me something funny, You see my teeth, you hear my sound.
Tell me something stupid, You get the LOOK, the one that could set you on fire.
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