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Tanisha Rajan

A fated meeting

A child of all yet none of her years

A man with all the years that appeared

Dream lit eyes and a sweet smile

She asked the other his name

He grinned and replied, only if you do the same

I am Naivete, she said without thinking

And waited for him to answer, a childlike delusion

A shadowy knife against her neck from behind

She froze, he laughed, I am Deception

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