After love

PAIN OF LOVE

Where absence learns to speak.

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Of love I've known so much, Yet it turned out to be a bluff, If love gives pain as such, Then its value is not much. Life was quite a beauty, Love made life look ugly, It's so dirty I never thought, It has tears in my eyes brought. I've excused her for the deed, But love will never forgive, All that she did, Just to get her need. The wounds will forever be there, As love has become my nightmare.

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