Love is the sweetest venom.
Lawrence: I told her I wanted her body and not her love. I lied.
Ronan: I fell in love with a lie ... She was beauty and destruction. Kissing her was a tender song. Owning her body, a wild poem. Loving her, my downfall. But she was mine. Or so I thought.
Blaire: One man offered me his love. The other, the world. I'm falling, falling, falling ... And there's no end in sight.
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