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Kiss me Kill me

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Kaiarichan

Published: Aug 28, 2011

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Take my hand.
Slap it away.
Hold me close.
Lead me astray.
Make it right.
Laugh at me outright.
Blind me with love.
Give me back my sight.

Love isn't blind.
Love is a fight.
Love is destructive.
Love is a plight.
Love slays the weak.
Love breaks the strong.
All for acceptance; all to belong.

Love is adoring;
Love is completion;
Love is alluring.
Love is facetious.

Love is supportive.
Love is all.
Love is abortive.
With love, we fall.

Kill me...
Kiss me.

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