Days I complain you threw stones at me and burdened my heart about you and your love
I return enamored and tormented by the hurt, to receive compassion from you
You complain, and am I to believe a return you dress(coat) with passion and apologies?
Unclothe these delusions and stories that you want to spin on my webs
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