Dear Spying Soulmate,
Hell or jail?
You don’t know where your body is bound.
I owe you nothing.
Heaven or garden?
You don’t know where my spirit is found.
You owe me something.
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Dear Spying Soulmate,
Hell or jail?
You don’t know where your body is bound.
I owe you nothing.
Heaven or garden?
You don’t know where my spirit is found.
You owe me something.
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