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By Ane88
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10 October 2008 |
I used to have romantic notions of true love-- I was a fool,
For now I've become your little toy, just as you've become my tool.
I'll tempt you, use you, break you, and when the time comes I'll replace you.
You see, my dear, I have no need for you to lay your woes on me.
Who's to blame when neither tried? What went around came back to bite.
Well, I have the sickness, the twisted lust and it's after you this time.
We're Karma's little warriors, spreading our miserable curse;
Shields! Swords! Ready now? Then let this "romance" do its worst.
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Written by Steve_K (58 comments posted) 14th October 2008 | | I like this a lot especially the strange form. Good work |
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