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In a place of illusion, where lies intertwine,

There's a couple that's bound, but not by love's design.

They dance in a masquerade, wearing their fake smiles,

Their hearts, empty vessels, devoid of emotions trials.

A love built on interest, a dangerous game they play,

No tenderness or passion, just a cold display.

Their hands entwined, but their souls are far apart,

In this charade of desire, breaking these hearts.

The nights they spend together, in a loveless embrace,

Their desires driven by greed, leaving no trace.

They paint a perfect picture, to deceive the world's eye,

But behind closed doors, their love's just a cruel lie.

A love built on interest, a dangerous game they play,

No tenderness or passion, just a cold display.

Their hands intertwined, but their souls are far apart,

In this charade of desire, breaking these hearts.

Deep down inside them, a whisper tries to break free,

Yearnings for genuine connection, a love that's meant to be.

In this tale of deception, where love is just a fake,

They continue their charade, locked in a gilded cage.

A love built on interest, a dangerous game they play,

No tenderness or passion, just a cold display.

Their hands intertwined, but their souls are far apart,

In this charade of desire, breaking these hearts.

Their hands intertwined, but their souls are far apart,

In this charade of desire, breaking these hearts.