White of innocence,
red of passion,
so comes they day,
when fair maidens hearts are faded...
A day dressed in plastic love,
picking up the hopes,
of young and old,
then throwing them off,
skyscrapers,
none too bold...
The perpertrators,
more heartless than the day itself,
or perhaps theyve loved and lost,
hearts faded long ago,
Valentines,
Reaper of loves hope
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