forfeited, now spent.
A sea change it would seem,
awakened in another realm.
the aftertaste of loves deceit
A dream it was, a device to siphon sympathy. Marking all that has passed for loves pretense, forfeited, now spent. A sea change it would seem, awakened in another realm. Passing sweet the aftertaste of loves deceit lingers on my lips unmasked in naked light. Author notes...a change of mood, upon discovering a lover was truly masked and untrue, even though suddenly confronted with the truth, the taste still lingers and it is not all bad, we wear a mask to hide our true selves, once unasked we are responsible;e for all actions In a list
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