Darling, my darling distraction.
Will I regret this infraction?
Will you hold my lies above
my unrepentant face?
Darling, my darling diversion.
Do you linger for my perversion?
Why do you stay when your love
and your name I misplace?
Darling, my darling weakling.
Be quiet when I am speaking.
I need you to leave now, please.
My beauty to you, you have debased.
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