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Bleh.
He holds me like a leper does a cure,
My lovers’ kisses beckons to be allured,
What love, shall thou desire if not my own?
This question throws his eyes into a dark tone,
The viciousness in his grasp becomes too violent,
My lovers’ words is all hell sent,
Where has thy kisses diminished to?
Are not thy promises hold to be true?
To live and to die with you,
HA! I have been deceived,
My blood rests in his hands as my murderer believes,
Where is my red roses now but on my grave?
And where is my cheating lover that wasn’t supposed to kill but save?
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Published: 3/25/2011
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