Romantic Deception
Our chatters are bouquets of scorns.
Our ecstasies are beds of thorns.
Glum dusks are hidden in our dawns.
Our hearts wander far.
We're Immersed in mute mirages.
We're shrouded by starry barrages.
We're adorned with cozy corsages.
And yet here we are!
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