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When a ******* Is in love He doesn’t know it He unknowingly Plays his game in clay Swiftly in his smartness He misses the path “don’t love” His fatal fall into a quicksand Yet, he doesn’t know it He thinks he is moving But ******* has sunk half body His phone rung until death comes He would’nt answer till he **** He is busy with another And the others will still call He’s got a new phone line Thinking it means a new life He keeps dialing  +234   This time not caring about **** ******* sleeps in her dreams With his eyes open He says to himself She is mean ******* You were brutal to love You cut off her wings And let that dove not fly Should you be proud That today Love grew up a hawk   If you won’t accept her a dove you will have to deal with this Hawk When a ******* falls in love He falls with hawkish wings cut Deep down he would fall To the bottomless pit To a land of no return When love plays a ******* He becomes the game And love is doing the play So if you are a ******* Take your time before night Love will come in due time
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May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 12:41 AM UTC
When Love plays a *******
When a ******* Is in love He doesn’t know it He unknowingly Plays his game in clay Swiftly in his smartness He misses the path “don’t love” His fatal fall into a quicksand Yet, he doesn’t know it He thinks he is moving But ******* has sunk half body His phone rung until death comes He would’nt answer till he **** He is busy with another And the others will still call He’s got a new phone line Thinking it means a new life He keeps dialing  +234   This time not caring about **** ******* sleeps in her dreams With his eyes open He says to himself She is mean ******* You were brutal to love You cut off her wings And let that dove not fly Should you be proud That today Love grew up a hawk   If you won’t accept her a dove you will have to deal with this Hawk When a ******* falls in love He falls with hawkish wings cut Deep down he would fall To the bottomless pit To a land of no return When love plays a ******* He becomes the game And love is doing the play So if you are a ******* Take your time before night Love will come in due time
©️kuvar Don’t ask me if that ******* was me
KUVAR
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20/Nigeria
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 12:41 AM UTC
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