United States
64° 46' 7.9428" N, 147° 21' 12.3804" W

Enticed by her lustful allure

The Casanova had to stare

His next conquest, he was so sure

She’d concur to a night’s affair

She said “You’re broken. I’ve no cure.

No magic treatment down below.”

“It’s your heart I wish to procure,”

He lied. She laughed, “You’d wish it so.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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