They speak of love
as if it were pure
A snow driven
dream of delights
But I know better
Love is loaded
With the dangerous
poisons
of the past
It is tarnished
rusted
decayed
Love does not last
Time eats love
for breakfast
All that remains
is a bad breath
hangover
A sick stomach
Dry loins
wet tears
and the mammoth task
of forgetting
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