Fortune Teller
The night is still, yet the air is warm
a young heart is having her fortune told
seeking truth for a love she feels has no worth
the moon is full and beaming
fortune teller say's
don't look into the fire for you will be blinded with what you see
what you think is roses will cut you deep
fragile is your heart, hold it closely
for a thief he is of many kinds
love it is for you, lust it is for he
be careful she warned, for destiny is not always what it seems..
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