love is not a plague – punctured plumes:
hoisted hooey, disaster’s hood
quack qualities dripping nectar
worn whooshes, malady’s fosters
love ain’t bounty bliss – Utopia:
numb nature’s cloak sewn by favor
timid oak oozes pruned pleasures
sassy stream girded in leisure
lanky love is far from merit:
gaunt grace’s groomed by bruised verdicts
felon features seeped’n hacked acme
porous passion puking smith’reens
love’s a gullible game: the Chess!
We’re the pawn, while nature’s the rest.
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Note: of lanky love.
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