Ravaged Love

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His smile furnishes chills

His hug conveys the trills

His kisses grant pleasures

Yet his love is a poison

That could drown me even with a single reason.


Though not all love is not that forlorn

And everything can be reconcile to its own

Everything can still be ruined

In a way you could not conceive.


'Cause love is that obscure and unfathomable

All the reflexes, all the altercations, all the actions

And all the possible outcomes

Can't be easily overcome

In all possible permutations.

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