will know, will do
what the ancient mountain tells
which spouts torrid waters, matching
with heavenly skies, yes only you
will wish that I was not born
into this cesspool of lies
as my face uncovers untruths, truths
of you, me and only you will decipher
how the snake hydra headed has a honeyed
accent of love, betrayal, as only you
can hold that mirror close to your heart.
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Exquisite.
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