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Love, the eternal
Arbiter of men's souls, lurks
Behind my facade.
Desire.
Desire?
Lust? What do you want of me?
I cannot. Cannot.
You said that you loved me
And, at the same time,
Had your hand in his pocket.
What are you?
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Love, the eternal Arbiter of men's souls, lurks Behind my facade. Desire. Desire? Lust? What do you want of me? I cannot. Cannot. You said that you loved me And, at the same time, Had your hand in his pocket. What are you? |