Day 3: Lies

”Our souls mirror each other” he’s said

”we’re meant to be” he’d said

  and like moth to fire,

she’d been drawn, senselessly defenceless.

like The red ridinghood,

she’d fallen for the lies,

forgetting he was a Fox.

now, she’s wishing she’d held on to that

innocence a little longer

wishing she’d stayed Little

 a little longer

‘Motola

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