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Sep 2016
This ILlUsiOn oF LovE (it's clique and robust), universal in cause
Makes you want more
Empty words aren't obscure, try to rhyme; you want **** - more.
Throw the rules out of the window, or the cliff if you prefer,
English lit is about *** and death, the two things that occur (more or less).
This illusion of love (of a ******* a BuS), history of distraught,
But it makes me want more.
I'M SURE!
I'm head over heaven for this ******* my bus to college; problem is we used to date (which was gladly reminded by a friend in front of us). But still the forbiddeness makes me want it more like a forbidden fruit (it's poetic love as she's a literature student too).
The combination of form for the poem is a metaphor btw ;)
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