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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?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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