"he's bad for you," they said
but she continued to love him
over and over again as he ripped apart
every fiber of her mundane existence
rhapsodies of hatred inside her head
intensified in a crescendo of rage
and in her vendetta
she ruined him
"not anymore," she replied
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Arsonist's Lullabye
PoetryShe was not meant to fall in love with a mortal. [COMPLETED]
