5.3 – Adam
Your disdain suits me fine
And your smile holds no allure
You're a resource I require:
Formality, nothing more.
My dead wife's perfume punctuates the air
And I see her, just her, but –
she isn't there.

5.3 – Adam
Your disdain suits me fine
And your smile holds no allure
You're a resource I require:
Formality, nothing more.
My dead wife's perfume punctuates the air
And I see her, just her, but –
she isn't there.
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