Made of This

My dream came true
when you revealed
the you I knew a lie
a template tested
followed through
to catch a passerby

And catch you could
this poor lost lamb
who wanted to provide
would shear himself
to warm your heart
if he could come inside

It’s quid pro quo
this game of ours
a lie within a truth
deceive me more
my dulcet whore
though true it is uncouth

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