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HOW MANY TIMES I'D COME TO
How many times I'd come to realize
Love abounding never stops
Constantly goes and unending rises
Often in the face of many things,ceases to exist.
Notions born out of bondage
Volumes of words written in a poem
Phony hearts grant bitter, blight
To belittle, befuddle hearts so true.
Deceptions covered by a dark cloak
Stripped completely of all its grace
Greedy and hungry inhuman eyes
From which there isn't any escape.
