Victim Of Love

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Expect smoke
Like you expect desire
Both destroy you.
As I engulf the air you breathe a liar.

Seeing me was much like smoke.
All I ever did was disappear.
A Cloud of grey chasing after the light.
I Love her then I leave her.

In the madness of that flame.
A victim of love, she was burnt,
And like the fleeting embers
We were and then we weren't.

What if I told you...
I was a victim of love before.
Would you think differently of me?
Not a monster, just a soldier of war.

~ hail

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