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In shadows deep, a love unfolds, Intrigue and passion, secrets untold. In "Deceitful Desires," a tale of the heart, Where loyalty and power set worlds apart.
Amelia, of the mafia's reign, Alessio, a prince in the palace's domain. Their love defies tradition, a forbidden flame, As the enigmatic puppeteer plays a dangerous game.
In the labyrinth of deceit, they dare to tread, Where the cost of their love is heavy as lead. With open-ended suspense
In shadows deep, a love unfolds, Intrigue and passion, secrets untold. In "Deceitful Desires," a tale of the heart, Where loyalty and power set worlds apart.
Amelia, of the mafia's reign, Alessio, a prince in the palace's domain. Their love defies tradition, a forbidden flame, As the enigmatic puppeteer plays a dangerous game.
In the labyrinth of deceit, they dare to tread, Where the cost of their love is heavy as lead. With open-ended suspense, their story's spun, In "Deceitful Desires," love's battle's begun.
In shadows deep, where secrets lie, Love's tender touch, a whispered sigh. In darkness, we entwine our fate, A dance of passion, love and hate.
A murder, not of flesh and bone, But hearts that break, two souls alone. In silence, we our sins conceal, A tale untold, what's truly real.
The moon, a witness, in the night, Our hearts, a canvas, painted white. In love, we found our sweetest pain, In murder, passion's dark refrain.
Now ask not
In shadows deep, where secrets lie, Love's tender touch, a whispered sigh. In darkness, we entwine our fate, A dance of passion, love and hate.
A murder, not of flesh and bone, But hearts that break, two souls alone. In silence, we our sins conceal, A tale untold, what's truly real.
The moon, a witness, in the night, Our hearts, a canvas, painted white. In love, we found our sweetest pain, In murder, passion's dark refrain.
Now ask not who, nor ask not why, In mystery's shroud, we'll say goodbye. For love and murder, hand in hand, Leave questions lingering in the sand.
scars of juvenility are not nesscerly sad and not nesscerly happy they are just the scars that mould us into an adult. the scars arnt easy to earn and come with a emotional burden, keeping that in mind, this bookis a collection of pomes which express the feelings we have all felt in our teenage years like love, crush, hatred, anger, resentment, anxity,depression and etc.............
scars of juvenility are not nesscerly sad and not nesscerly happy they are just the scars that mould us into an adult. the scars arnt easy to earn and come with a emotional burden, keeping that in mind, this bookis a collection of pomes which express the feelings we have all felt in our teenage years like love, crush, hatred, anger, resentment, anxity,depression and etc.............
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