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With Open Arms

I came to you with open arms fell in love with all your charms before they turned a witch's brew with open arms, I came to passion can hide the truth of things an evil heart and what it brings when hearts of light and dark collide the truth of things passion can hide though short and brief our love was fire we escaped the world with our desire between our hands, we held our grief our love was fire, though short and brief love can be a boiling kettle where ebbs and flows can unsettle making lovers too blind to see a boiling kettle, love can be you offered me a damaged love wormwood filled at the mercy of it fell apart for me to see a damaged love, you offered me 9/10/22 contest Swap Quatrain sponsor Emile Pinet

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Date: 9/10/2022 11:50:00 AM
Heartache of lost love hurts terribly, even if what was offered was damaged. Comparing it to wormwood was metaphorically sound. My best to you in the swap quatrain contest, Frederic.
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