A Pure Slave
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Often I swear, I won't
Let her enter my heart!
Breaking down that resolve,
My foolish phone reaches her every day.
Those who love lament laying down their hearts
Under their beloveds' soft feet.
Truly, love makes a man
A perfect coward, a great fool
And a pure slave.
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