even the purest heart will turn cold
when being treated like trash repeatedly
but you always turn a blind eye
until you will realize
she isn't your queen anymore
𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦?
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Parfume: Smells of Pleasure
PoetryHer moans of pleasure is like the sweet voice of the nightingale.
