Love is a distraction,
An interaction,
Of hate and passion,
The ugliest fashion,
Of life.
Love is a choice,
And inner voice,
One you rejoice,
A hushing noise,
Of nature.
However,
It's just whatever,
Something that lasts forever,
Forever is never,
To me.
To me love is a fake,
A hissing snake,
Drowning in a lake,
Or like an earthquake,
A disaster.
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