If this love was
sifted from the ashes of ruination;
conjured from marshes filled with polluted tears of the mournful;
dripping from the hearts of those who roam the streets of despair...
If it were unconventional,
and unworthy of a crown
because of its vile and putrid sentiment:
what would you call it then?
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