Love
Fuck the love that makes us hurt,
Inside it we are burnt,
Into slaves we are turned,
Many lessons we have learnt.
But the love in us still lives,
It has got no alternatives,
It is mostly negative,
Sometimes it's intensive.
It was him who made me smile,
He used to give me chamomiles,
He has got a weird style,
And he used to be hostile.
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