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Confession hour


she confessed it she confessed the euphoric feeling he bestowed when he looked at her The burning sensation would pierce her soul The truth we all knew it We knew how he holds her captive with his love and she allows his diabolic schemes of his perpetual passion infect her veins that run through her her brain.. to her hearts chambers of secrets His twisted up blueprint to make her fall in love.. with his words with his touch He is now the parasite of her heart and soul he's absorbing and abusing all she has to give until he leaves her hopeless and lifeless.. Now she confesses it she confess how love could be such a nuisance how love could defile a sole human's outlook its never ending on going havoc of confusion and hurt but yet she loves it feels His ambience brings her to an arrest while the accelerated speed of her heart beats for him with every touch every stroke every glance He confessed it He confessed his atrocious intentions to love this girl. Nothing less..Just love.
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graceadu91
My poem.. that I wrote..

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