He treated me like an oil lamp,
burning according to his hunger and need,
That day I realised,
He was a devil,
a devil under the garb of an angel,
with shinning eyes full of lust and shrewishness.
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Oil Lamp
He treated me like an oil lamp,
burning according to his hunger and need,
That day I realised,
He was a devil,
a devil under the garb of an angel,
with shinning eyes full of lust and shrewishness.