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Love liked to play with other angels.
Love kept his promise till he found someone else.
Love held my heart then let it fall in fear.
Love was my everything—until my everything disappeared.
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Poem Addiction
Poetry"A poet's greatest strength is his words; his greatest weakness is his emotions; his greatest addiction is his paper that is the world he lives in." -Eskay Kitz-
