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    Love.... a delicate assassin

    Hearts....vulnerable like prey, craving Love to overtake

    With the strength of a beast, Love roams the earth stalking vulnerable souls, deliciously feasting on their innocence

    Souls yearning to be devoured

    Alone , startled and overcome
    Hearts willingly come undone

    Loves weapon of choice, the color crimson Dripping through the many cavernous layers of skin
    Cauterizing wounds that have bled from within

    Lust... Loves deviant henchman

    Unleashes his mist, an elixir that clings dangerously through the night

    Lust came, as I laid open as the day

    Love, Devour me

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