casanova
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"Centuries after centuries, maidens after maidens "
Love is a poisoned medicine
Perhaps dwelling in utopia
Corpse, a mere metaphor
Brook of tear murmurs
My broken cupid!
Enticed by her lustful allure
The Casanova had to stare
His next conquest, he was so sure
She’d concur to a night’s affair
She said “You’re broken. I’ve no cure.
No magic treatment down below.”
