The words that tumbled from you mouth were lipstick coated; A glossed over kiss that wore off; bittern disguised as wine; with a smile ready to spit and speak candy. Your lying sweet heart lured me with gossamer guile to a field of glass and barbed wire. A picnic you said and picked off the best of my dowry; bound me inextricably in your Machiavellian movie; laden with the fruit of your loins; That lovely be by a thread of her hair I will always remain reluctantly bound to thee.Birth sign: Aries
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