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Love is the sweetest venom. 

I told her I wanted her body and not her love. 
I lied. 

I fell in love with a lie... 
She was beauty and destruction. 
Kissing her was a tender song. 
Owning her body, a wild poem. 
Loving her, my downfall. 
But she was mine. 
Or so I thought.

One man offers me his love. 
The other, the world. 
I'm falling, falling, falling ... 
And there's no end in sight.

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