Whispered weakly.
"Not me..."
Her eyes seemed to say.
"I'm here to stay..."
She loved to taunt; she loved to play.
Delicately juggling
sweet deceptions nearly every day.
Whispered wantonly.
"Not me..."
He casually ignored
their never-ending cries.
His lips seemed to play
with legions of lovely lies.
Tainted bits of truth
hid behind his teal-grey eyes.
Staring at a stunning sea of sirens.
Listening to their seductive sighs.
Whispered weakly.
"Not me..."
Suddenly, they were forced to flee...
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