Love
There's no point in lying
when we all know we are
born to turn to dust
in the end,
yet like a helpless bee,
you draw me close.
I want to bathe in your honey.
All your mellifluous speeches
are so magnetic.
Tell me I'm perfect,
tell me I'm all you ever wanted.
Love, lie to me.
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