She sleeps intimately with envy,
And while green haze fills the brim of her black lung,
Words of devotion do drip from her false tongue.
Feigning fallacious love for me,
She doth be the daughter of Apate!
Apr 24, 2011
Apr 24, 2011 at 10:49 PM UTC
She sleeps intimately with envy,
And while green haze fills the brim of her black lung,
Words of devotion do drip from her false tongue.
Feigning fallacious love for me,
She doth be the daughter of Apate!
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