The Mis-use
Your love is like an arrow... Laced with poison assembled from scars, beautifully decorated with feathers of twisted emotions. Shot back by adrenaline full of tears . Targeting its creation altered by a love potion .The speed traveling violently so freely as if gravity never existed. Its affection-shattering barriers of lucid visions led by kisses of lust. Penetrating the layers of trust built by years of celebrating opposition.
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