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I sit on a stone bench at this fog tinted park
I hear the hoots of the rising owl and a dog bark
The halogen in the vicinity set the world on fire
An illusion of my mind, a vision from a liar

I see a shadow, tall and big walk towards me
A ogre perhaps or even be a banshee
Is this midnight fear that got me scared
Or is it the fog that made me visually impaired?
‘Beautful’ was what I uttered quote unquote
As she made her way in a pink trenchcoat
She sat close to me, in cold she shiver
Her auburn hair, resembled the leaves of the winter

We warm ourselves with some cheap Sparkled Wine
The cupid secretly watched as I then kissed my Valentine


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