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Dec 2018
Love, what sweet despair
and what mournful joy
Is love, having a wife
To hold at night
To kiss after work
or
Is love, changing the lonely shower
into the ******* hour
To hold at night
To make love with after work;
Though:
Is love, the poison of our hearts
and the fuel of despair
To cry at night
To drink after work
Love is always defined by a family or it's defined with ***, but no person can argue. Love hurts us, and it breaks us, it uses us
Written by
Armand-DeamoJC  21/M/South Aftica
(21/M/South Aftica)   
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