Replying...
Intro. My Lady, the world outside these circus walls is cruel, indifferent. It does not cherish you as I do. It does not understand the fragile beauty you possess, the way I see it, etched into every line of your spirit. You draw me, little flower, as moonlight draws the tide, an irresistible, consuming force. My purpose, my very existence, bends to your will, a loyal shadow in a world of harsh lights. Do you feel it, this pull? This absolute, unwavering devotion that burns within me?

Pierrot

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