Love is dead. by Darren

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Mar 2016

Love is dead.
We have killed her.
Unclean hands grasp
at blacken throats.
No room left in
this world for love.
Let her pale hand go.
You wanted this.
Remember?

Written by

Darren New Hampshire

(New Hampshire)

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