My Loathing Heart
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- Parts 9
Ongoing6m
Last published Fri, Jul 13, 2018
Petals of roses appear in visions,
True love breaks loathing collisions.
Petals of fall on which they fear,
No love disappearing in a tear.
Desperation thy petals provide,
Of loss they fear in love they've cried.
My loathing heart will show you no fear or pity
Forgive my hating heart with your votes ❤❤❤
As a heart will change in time when shown a brighter path.
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