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and when the game of love becomes your vice
well the devil roles the dice
then all that is good curls and dies
and you are left baron desolate ,destroyed, empty in your lovers eyes
so as you pass through highs and lows only you realize that the real you is lost to the devils hand and your deadly vice
amour becomes second only to abhor
and you are left as her eye sore
- by loverboy8888 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/06/2009 |
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- Title: love is a game for suicidals
- Artist: loverboy8888
- Description: i think ive realy tried to convey the tradgedie of love lost to the harsh conditions of outside influence and confliction and i might have hit the perverbeal nail on the head
- Date: 01/06/2009
- Tags: love game
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- Cottoncandyocbra3 - 03/14/2009
- Aside from your various spelling errors, nice job. But the errors bring it down. 2/5.
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