Lies bind us like glue,
Our relationship, me and you,
The beauty and the beast,
Yet not in the least,
Do I wish for anything different,
Whether or not this is love,
I can't be sure.
All that I do know, my sweet.
The presence of you
Makes me complete.
And in this barren, love like water, so rarely vital. We must find, together we'd survive. Will I live or will I die in this deserted paradise?
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