• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 10
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I thought you loved me.
        Bright red lips set me on fire
        blue eyes sparkling with desire
        white teeth acquiescence
        aspiration showing presence.

        I know your lips told them my story
        to cover you with treacherous glory.
        Were your blue eyes damp with shame
        as you gave away my name?

        They sailed across the sea with me
        I must die; and you are free.