She called me the devil
In her moment of agony
I replied with a pinching evil
By telling her about Dorothy
She whispers to my ears her pain
Every time in our little solitude
Yet I clung on erotic gain
From Dorothy with higher magnitude
She cries her heart out
In the foggy corner she created
While I flunt and opt out
And went on flirting and elated
Truly I’m the devil
Who brings nothing but agony
In every way, so evil
I also broke her heart; Dorothy.
written by Tokede Daniel
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