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Spell Bound Love


It is a mystery to the secret of the most deadliest weapon ther is. Where just one touch can break your most vulnerable organs from within Some look for this weapon in the most faces or upon or within places where it can never be seen But this mystery is cloaked and battered with miseryand stapled shut with hate Where its seed becomes sin itself. This mysterychides itself and diguises its lips from the kisses of fear and the sexual deceit from its beautiful features. It instills its memory in the minds of children, for to become this weapon we can only become a child It is funny and most of all humorous to characterize this weapon as love and love are theses characters Who would of known the most deadliest weapon known to man was dressed in the action of A boy buying a girl to a husband buying his wife flowers on Valentines Day, but where its undergarments can kill or even destroy its on neighboor. So we humans were decieve from the moment of creation as to what this deadly weapon was. For we all carry this weapon as love as its bullets. As the gun owner it is up to us whether to point it towards bad or good
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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
<p>Powerful expression!&nbsp;</p>

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