First Methanium

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You said you adored me

Even though the eyes you looked at

Isn't mine

And the clothing you wore lingered,

Of a divergent lady's scent

A territory I thought I owned has been

trespassed by my own kind

It became my one last for why should I stay

or wait three-hundred sixty five quarter days?

just to see your symmetrical face

and those shimmering faint eyes

and those lips which are fabricated to lie

multiple times

have I told you the reason why?

I abscond to leave in

the process of the door closing

because I know I will be your prey

Nostalgia of the chase, they say

The lady's scent is still loitering around your crust

Does she know your untold's?

Inside that flesh is a lion and not a tiger

Roaring for a certain lust

That temptation cannot nurture

I exculpated you

Although you chose to remain the same

You were once a brave tiger in my sight

and now you are just a Brute

entering a stigma of a different Peony

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His favourite