THEY

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Their love
Was a burning flame
Scorching their
Hearts.

Their passion
Was blood red rose
Dripping with their
efforts.

Their journey
Was crazy winding roads
Queasing their
Stomachs.

They weren't lovers
promising stars and moon
rather,
they were enemies
addicted to
Each other 's weaknesses.

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