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Sep 2013
Love is a wicked war hiding it’s affliction
toying with the vulnerable
Who fulfill its destructive missions
Many side effects are given
Which are hidden in its label
So love becomes a drug
Creating the disabled


Its forlorn passion to weaken those in pain
Are only always winning
When they play this wicked game
Making the poor weak
And the rich much wealth
It plays its deceiving way
Injecting those who seek help
Written by
Shanay Love  Georgia
(Georgia)   
663
   Traveler and Langston
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