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.114Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWjr5OSXYB4
Penana
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