If It Is True Love
It smells like soft grime,
Engraved to live raw...
Without dating crime,
Or go against law
Just to survive tough,
Regards never plead...
To bail, been so rough;
Handling such huge need
Life keeps on pressure...
Painful stakes handle-
Anew like fresher
Coping with scandal
Enough to quit smoke,
Firing to evoke...
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