Love is a sick game of hunters and game
Where Innocent souls are euthenised
as ailing and limping game.
Love is the two sides of the luring coin
where the one side that falls in love is
the one that's hurt the most,
And where the one side that only
casts the sheep's eye, ultimately
Sleeps happily ever after dragging
the other into this not so rosy game
Entered with a non-encrypted password
IL⊙veu
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