DeceptionHow long must I weep into the darkness How far can my heart sink below- When will this grievance of mind pass me by? When will I rest- I don't knowDeception
So many an unanswered question Your adamance sets guessing afoot, Alone in a room with a woman- obsessed? I have a fear but no words which to put it
I know you are in honesty: faithful- ‘Tis not you I distrust- but her; What foul deception she must have planned! Or some petty fetish to set hormones astir
Oh virtues bane! Where is her blush of innocence? Plucked so soon from one so younge?
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"Kid, I wouldn't last five minutes leading an outfit like this if I wasn't rotten as hell."
Ben Wade
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