We are all the biggest hypocrites breathing on this planet.
Make fun of the prostitutes who sell their celibacy
to affection-starved swines when we are all
the willing victims, hungry slaves to sex.
Skin to skin, heart to heart
But they never loved you anyways
Open the doors to your netherworlds of
your mind and body like how you open your
legs.
but they wipe the same tongue on their wives' devil horn
You fill their cup
they dry you up
but you lose a piece of yourself every time
pleasure-seekers are the most treacherous of thieves
aren't friendships exactly the same?
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Harlequin
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