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Love
Oct 28, 2005 20:47:31 GMT -5
Post by eniisa on Oct 28, 2005 20:47:31 GMT -5
Love is a flame, A pretty little flame, It flares up, It keeps you warm, But if you're not careful; It will engulf you, It will burn you. Love burns. Love is a disease. A horrific disease, Ubiquitous and awful, It is in the eyes. Some die from the wounds inflicted by the dagger of love, And some rise above it. Love is a gigantic wave, Come to crush me down, Pull me under, Make me drown, I wont let it, I will rise up, I will fight, I will survive.
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Love
Nov 4, 2005 15:18:24 GMT -5
Post by automaticjoy on Nov 4, 2005 15:18:24 GMT -5
I liked at first how the poem displays the conflicting aspects of love, and wish it was kept up until the end.
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