The Stealth

This casual stranger
Riding on pure instinct
Can navigate through
The streets of your heart
Without changing lanes

With a velvet cape of
Pure confidence
He could snap your desires
Like a cold spring breeze
Your screams of awareness
Are silenced by..
His covert manipulations
He stole a myriad of hearts
That only he....
Could execute alone
The Stealth

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