Ancient tales slashed our vineyard,
We were the bloodshed of love...
Cupid fleshed our hearts.
Austere eyesights.
Fierce catch upon your mark,
Am your prey in the love arena...
I escort this frugal lover.
His achillean personality enchants every man,
I am the residue of my manhood...
Close the cishet doors,
Let the cue tip-off,
You will be my man besides the world.
Two kings for a kingdom.
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