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Love's Vengeance

My love turns to spite when I fail and lose this game, though the failing is all but mine a demon from within is let loose desperate and fierce as one could imagine the steady rhythm of my pulsating vein turns restless and a turbulence begins as my heart seeks revenge for pain and cares not who loses or wins. But, sweet love, you are not for me to possess for the monster turns upon itself and stabs the heart and gnaws upon the soul; life drains out in a cess I fall at my own hands, and torn apart for when I think of your angel face hatred melts and revenge is helpless.

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