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sometimes hearsay isn't enough I'm digging, digging, oh, just raking up the flower bed you have a sweet face open yet so guarded what secrets do you hide behind cherry lips? you will share them with me over cake and cold tea you will not take them to your grave, it's impolite pray tell, what brings you here and who gave you secrets speak, those lips aren't just for the painting why so silent, lady? silence is impolite I said, you will share your secrets with me I've already prepared cake and tea and a soft bed for you (is it normal to be so angry) the tea is cold, I apologize you see, we have no warmth in these parts you're new here, so you have to learn quickly secrets are our currency you have lips like a flower, quite dainty (flowers also die easily) don't make me pluck the petals, one by one woman, deflowered you will share your secrets, one by one yes of course, I will send the painting to your husband back home I walk out onto the veranda in the living room, the butler picks up cherry-red petals and stores them in a jar I see the flower bed in the distance (at least what's left of it) I did my best digging it up, I believe it makes a soft bed I told you, she will not take her secrets to her grave fret not, woman, oblivion is not an issue I will see you in flower beds, and in portraits of guarded smiles your family will remember you in the painting I sold to a museum instead woman, portrait you're no longer a mystery thanks for sharing your secrets over cake and cold tea
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Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 11:53 PM UTC
like that of mona lisa
sometimes hearsay isn't enough I'm digging, digging, oh, just raking up the flower bed you have a sweet face open yet so guarded what secrets do you hide behind cherry lips? you will share them with me over cake and cold tea you will not take them to your grave, it's impolite pray tell, what brings you here and who gave you secrets speak, those lips aren't just for the painting why so silent, lady? silence is impolite I said, you will share your secrets with me I've already prepared cake and tea and a soft bed for you (is it normal to be so angry) the tea is cold, I apologize you see, we have no warmth in these parts you're new here, so you have to learn quickly secrets are our currency you have lips like a flower, quite dainty (flowers also die easily) don't make me pluck the petals, one by one woman, deflowered you will share your secrets, one by one yes of course, I will send the painting to your husband back home I walk out onto the veranda in the living room, the butler picks up cherry-red petals and stores them in a jar I see the flower bed in the distance (at least what's left of it) I did my best digging it up, I believe it makes a soft bed I told you, she will not take her secrets to her grave fret not, woman, oblivion is not an issue I will see you in flower beds, and in portraits of guarded smiles your family will remember you in the painting I sold to a museum instead woman, portrait you're no longer a mystery thanks for sharing your secrets over cake and cold tea
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kiryuen
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 11:53 PM UTC
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