The Life Before

November 28, 2017

In this life

I love you once

I love you twice

You are a vice

Coming to me thrice

It came with a price

Then you coming in like a mice

Stealing some rice

Rolling my dice

To see if you could come in thrice

But like water you will be freeze like ice

Wouldn’t that be nice

Being store in a device

In the afterlife

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