Words and Discernment
Baby, baby
Can’t find the words
To tell you I really love you, it’s real
But what of you?
Are you real
Really in love, too?
And if everything’s a mirage
Fata Morgana, meow
Then at least my love for you is real
- Divine bliss. ? -
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