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Sell me a lie, and I’ll drink—
not from naivety, but from choice,
a willing toast to the unknown.

You are not the one who came before,
so I’ll taste your words,
I’ll tilt my cup,
let them spill into my veins.

And if your lie tastes bitter,
I’ll swallow it anyway,
for trust is my gamble,
and I’ll always play.

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