She speaks, to me, again.
She mutters utterances of devotion,
She tells me her heart of desire.
And I agree, to her content.
Because what point is there to Truth
If Even-Tempered Lie can satiate her mind.
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She speaks, to me, again.
She mutters utterances of devotion,
She tells me her heart of desire.
And I agree, to her content.
Because what point is there to Truth
If Even-Tempered Lie can satiate her mind.
33Please respect copyright.PENANAwo1Q1oCWMv