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The lore of always gettin' one's way |
| She stares as if something is owed (?). And when I remind she shouldn’t be here, her nude body is pulled back, Quickly makes me unmade she does; does blink, in a flash, and were joined, As if the one that severed us should earn mercy... “I know of those things I once said,” says she, “But again tonight, can we just pretend?” |