You ask forgiveness but admit no wrong, with a voice of litheness you sing your song of love~ it is a deceit, a counterfeit created from sweet words and heaps of ice-cold jade, carved into illusions of dreams and gossamer rings that snap to entrap naive hearts without mercy for the butterfly's torn wings and beauty's descent into death.
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