Window Shame
With the window stained
I looked past and saw the man
Stain and imagine in my mine
Lustin' with what I knew was surely gonna be mine
Dressing with posed agenda
Scandalin' with mental thoughts of him and her
Oh...Me
Dressing my mind in serenade's poison
I still have belief that he was my potion
and then as I back from the window pain
I saw another body and it was
My Maaaaaan!
Damn!

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nice write
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Very nice
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