No Title Poem by Pedro Rubio III

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Your kisses are an addiction
And to my mind have become an affliction
Your hugs were a blessing
but now i'm sensing
that you love is a roose
A lie and a fictional truth
so now i must choose
to try and win, or give up and loose
stay and try and fight,
turn whats wrong to right,
or give up and stop trying
stop living, and stop smiling,
how should i choose?

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