What life is this, where I must have concern for others. Dependence, vice independence. I came from a past, never knowing you. A past life is once lived. And yet here we are. Two creatures brought upon the same foot for recognition as 'acquaintances'. What purpose, I say, have you got for me? Reproduction?

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You once called me sin, and then took my hand
so we emptied our baths, and made that mud
and we soiled our feet, so smooth and grime
and then we danced for hours, within their halls

we left it all behind, our every majestic move
so flawless and perfect, with my steps in lead
so don't worry, dear, they don't understand
we were just having fun, as much as one can

so then we laughed for hours, with cheeky grins
and we used their drapery, and clothed ourselves
curtain rods were bare, as we lavished our fashion
and we posed and smiled for an imaginary camera

we left our picture behind, adhered to that window
with our most sassy of smiles and drafty apparel
and we left our mud filth steps below that window
...perhaps, if they had wished to follow

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