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Apr 2021
Twenty four carat
Is fool's gold
Dazzles the eye
Confounds the hand
So too, pure love
Resplendent in thought
Unyielding in deed
For love unalloyed by fear
Is not love
It is the slave owner's fondness
For prized chattel.
Written by
Biskut
105
   Benzene
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