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Roped in the conversation, just there for simulating it

No impressions, and I was fled in

But then you insisted, and it was enough, so then you convinced me, with Klimt and your Self-control

Your naivety, your red hair, thorns

My blood

Plastered the wall, said to my greed to keep calm, we met on the after show,

and no one acted

But then you resisted, and I sympathized

You were the Lamb, and I was put aside

No cruelty, only harmless eyes

And my imagination ran fast