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Sometimes, they call it love,

Or something like it,

I'am impressed!



Its so fragil,

And so short lived,

No wonder,its missing

The real strengh



It's so flimsy,

not a big mess

It's abused

What a fool play for those



It's so fast and done

So quick,

It's besides slicky,

And what a fake!



It's passes quickly,

And sometimes it hurts,

I'am again impressed,

It leaves nothing good,



But bares the soul and flesh,

For mostly the sweet-sour taste

Of passions- dead

And so this, they call it love,



But who's to say nor to gain,

None bounds the heart and soul

Forever,

But leaves it in the end, just dead.





Ladydp2000

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