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1d
The mouth is a source of good and bad.
As whispered words of love, soon becomes an utterance of pain.
Once they were sweet, but now they are bitter.
Like a garment shredded and no longer of use.
Regarded as garbage as love turns to hate.
Whisper's of love,has brought years of pain, as memories flood your mind.
For many who has tread this road.
Love is bitter, sweet and unending.
Written by
Laura
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