Liam King - Narcotic Casanova

For she did often cross his mind
Although he had no face
And she did naught to think of him
In his distant place
Amongst the stars and scratched guitars
He bled unto the night
An unrequited blessing
Not seen in the brightest light
He felt this way through all his days
Until he could not see
A narcotic Casanova
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Written by:
Liam King

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