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A band of liars and thieves sing a song of desire and atonement.
Can beauty be so simple as a fruit tart? Can desire be so innocently pacified?
Your lies became truth, your truth became their pain.
I inventoried, checked boxes, made graphs. It all adds up to nothing, zilch, nada.
Adamantine insistence, persistence, this existence.
