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( According to the poems of HP )

:::

love is the choosing of some soulless  human body

To be played with

Toyed with

&

Disingenuously glorify  

until

Like any other childhood toy

One gets bored with it

And discards

"""

Love is just a superficial

Desire

To have and possess

It is a feeling that never deepens

Only one that weakens

With familiarity

Until it dies under the weight

Of its inherent triteness

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