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Love’s Pantomime.

Temptation’s graveyard all laid bare, becomes a living curse. Fighting for what I thought I had, running from what I’ve lost. Mouths and legs open. Wanting. Bodies intertwined. Tell me lover, tell me clear, what’s your bribe this time? Betrayal, lust, regret, revenge … Memories race across my mind, Searching for hidden meanings. Searching for reason…