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"He was a drug,
His touch an addiction.
Strung out hearts
Cursed afflictions."
"She was an angel
Her wings were broken
Freedom lost
Fears unspoken"
"The sweet taste of poison
laced his every word.
He caged the broken,
battered bird."
"They were both slaves
In a world without light
Their eyes ablaze
with the will to fight"
"They needed something,
to sate their addiction
Since love was fantasy,
it lived in fiction"
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Kangaroo Court
Thơ ca"This is the place where Ideas go to die... The resting grounds of stories who shan't see the sky... A Kangaroo court for the ideas left unspun... Where the choice is made if a tale should go unsung."
