Betrayed By Love
In place of joy
Pain fills the soil
Pretty or not,
The table is always for three and more
Fresh Lies
More concubines
You are fed dishonesty
In place of loyalty
Pitiful sight
In broad daylight
All you see
Is broken beings
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