He love me, he loves me not. He loves only himself that's not to be forgot. Sweet smooth talker? Yeah, who would've thought. His way into your heart he knows how to talk. Stay free of him, beware of his kiss. You've fallen too far if you've tasted is lips. He love me, he loves me not. He loves only himself that's not to be forgot.
Reason for writing:
Miguel
Birth sign: Libra
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