He had her like a cigarette between his fingers
Smoked her for pleasure not knowing it would kill him
But that's a thing you notice by time
Or so called, the end.-e.s
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Tangled Love.
PoetryIn the end of the day, Hatred and Love are the same thing. -e.s
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He had her like a cigarette between his fingers
Smoked her for pleasure not knowing it would kill him
But that's a thing you notice by time
Or so called, the end.-e.s