"Lies are the Only thing she can tell with Love"
She sees a million different colors
A thousand different fabrics
Caressing a hundred different bodies
Her seductive voice serenades the
Stagnant chaos.
Her rediculous obsession with love?
A lost cause, she cannot afford to love.
The show goes on.
She sells herself for counterfeit affection.
Her infatuation is bad for business
A forbidden passion, a distraction
From her mandatory duty
In a house of madness
Her extravagantly destructive lifestyle.
She is in love
Yet not a lover
She is an entertainer.
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