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Cruel Temptation

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Faoiltiarna-Wolf

Published: Oct 7, 2009

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Go on, tease me,
dangle it in front of me.
Hang it from a string,
use it like a carrot.
It's your bait,
a lure I cannot resist.
I know you will never
give it to me,
I know I will never earn it.
You do not want me,
you only wish to toy with me.
My pain amuses you,
my tears are the
sweetest wine to you.
You feed on my misery,
knowing that you,
and you alone,
can crush me with a word,
kill me with a look.
But I am nothing to you.
So go on, keep teasing,
keep dangling it.
Your heart, your love.

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