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Oct 2019
A love I cannot have;
But for the enjoyment of another—
And for what—

The torment

Torture;

Disappointment?

This isn't the first time—
No; We've been to this point
The breaking point;

Baited—

Trapped—

We fake a smile;
Though it tears us apart
We fake our love

She is not mine
Day 3: Bait. Finally back on schedule! This one's a bit depressing, though. Oh well. C'est la vie.
Ariadne
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Ariadne  27/Androgyne/Earth
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   Monika Layke
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