Whisper sweet falsehoods, as if I’ll never see,
Spin your tales of untruths, let them flow effortlessly.
I’m ensnared by my cravings, caught in their embrace,
So tell me your fabrications, let me lose my place.
B. Jëwel.
Spin your tales of untruths, let them flow effortlessly.
I’m ensnared by my cravings, caught in their embrace,
So tell me your fabrications, let me lose my place.
B. Jëwel.
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