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Unlove Spell # 2
Unlove Spell #2
I don’t swallow your poetry, it’s lacking rhyme and meter. You fancy yourself as a bard, but you are just a cheater. Your words are all disposable. I’ve heard them all before. Your melody discordant as you walk out the door. I have a little fetish that I stick needles in. They say it’s made expressly for expunging faithless men.