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What a tragedy it is

Love, a sacred curse   

A spell on the heart

Drives a person mad

Like a figurine on strings


It dwells the lover into madness

A madness of cravings

Cravings for more 

More of the beloved

Their sight and odor


Like an addict craving

For the needle to pierce a vein

I crave for you always

To destroy me my love

All over again and again


Their touch and attention

The warmth of their embrace

Comfort of their company

Slow yet steadily now

Love feeds on it all


Love happens but once

A feeling that can’t replicate

No matter what they offer

Can’t outweigh what was

The heavy load of love 






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