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Love= Dead


Somebody killed him
he was the best feeling
gave life meaning 
they killed him for no good reason 
they claimed he was the highest form of energy
said he brought too much jealousy 
I went to sleep with him in my bed 
but by the time i woke up love was dead

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Hodiah Moore.

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