She was his ledge,
His backboan,
His muse.
He was her light,
Her inspiration,
Her melodist.
He led her down a road of notes,
High and low,
Above and below.
His muse spewed letters of trust,
Her melodist distorted her letters with deceit..
She was his ledge,
His backboan,
His muse.
He was her light,
Her inspiration,
Her melodist.
He led her down a road of notes,
High and low,
Above and below.
His muse spewed letters of trust,
Her melodist distorted her letters with deceit..
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Beautiful.
Deceit can distort/distroy anything lovely.
Thank u! Yes. Deceit is a horrid disease.
Infectious for the weak.
Have a lovely night!
Yes indeed! Same to you and thank you for visiting 😉
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