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Jan 2023
I'm in your grasp, let me be
a simple "no", I suppose, would set me free.

Love is a chain,
Love is a prison,
Love will make rain,
and subdue you with poison.

It shackles my growth
of leaving you, I loath.


I was never meant to be found,
by you, leave me unbound.
Written by
Zenoch
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