Reserata Carcerem Xxvi
love is not the tale of the cross;
dark diction callous clichés draw,
la-de-da limping of thorn-theme,
snapping at cum renting spun spree
love has never been an excuse;
taunted track punctured passion prunes,
masticated motive masks means,
felon fashion trimmed by lips' spree
neither is love hurled Utopia;
throbbing thrills, hoisted hemisphere,
dainty pastures, voluptuous vines,
salient stream, vying vision dines
love's a robe of many colours
rarely worn on suiting attire.
'20:06:27:16:10
Note: of lured love.
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