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Aug 2014
Words are power
Creating and building
No unringing a bell
They were said without conscious
Without thinking too well
Sharp tongues
Blister then swell

Listen, listen well
Love sometimes cools
Pretends to die down
True love is passion
Romantics, that's swell
But in real life
It's different

Love is a fire
It burns and swells
But sometimes
It smoldered
It dies

For true romantics
Pure hearts,
Who am I to tell?
But I know this
There is nothing but hell
In love, real romantics, do tell
No matter the fire

A liar will tell
I know her name
Poor broken soul
Take hold your man
Through him, save your soul
The Unbeliever
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The Unbeliever  Limbo
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