7:13 PM

I love your illusion so much that it rules my life.

I make tea for two and give both cups to you,

It’s so expensive, so I save the bags and use them to dream of you.

the more I like you, the less I feel free,

while you maintain your purest form.

I can’t stand the thought of you knowing me.

but the mere thought of you excites me merrily

so much so, I don’t need to be free

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