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Harsh words of wisdom spring from your gourd, bitter as gall, yet somehow adored— a twisted vine of truth and deceit grows from your lips, where shadows meet. The shroud of mystery wraps you tight, each thread a whisper lost in the night, and the more you reveal, the less I know— your riddles sow doubt where clarity won’t grow. The tellings you tell make less sense with each breath, a maze of meaning, both sharp and dense. I wander your words like a blindfolded guest, chasing a flicker that never finds rest. What secrets lie beneath your veil? What twisted tale hides in your smile? You lead me down paths that circle the sun, until I’m undone—yet still, you've begun.
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