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Crimson Love
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The venom pitted words,
you happily, bit upon my heart,
have smiled,
as I shed tears,
and you feast upon,
the emptiness of what I gladly gave.
I gave you everything,
because that's what I made you.
'Love a fools game,
sadly I'm a hopeless jester.'
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