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Selling ones soul unwillingly,  though genuinely in a stance to compromise in a toxic ‘love’ gone south in a deadly break to please and be loved in return…

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With the turn of a moment, thoughts of my sweet Rowland come rushing back like questions unanswered piercing through fragile limbs, with wishes returning void  regardless of blood tears shed whilst sending them up.

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Sinking to the depths of your despair weighed down by tears unshed though inevitably breakable, a heart still yerns to be free. Palms get sweaty so in a quest to remain afloat eyes  close, the taste of the sweet honey nectar taking you far and abroad after counting to 3.

A kiss of deception, troubles forgotten though aching pains serve a deadly reminder of emotional pains gone physical.

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***April’sLoveChild***

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