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Love
Long ago there lived a girl, she looked as innocent as could be.
But her innocence was as twisted as her long, blond curls.
Little did they know, she was skilled in deceit.
Her pink dress was covered in crimson stains, her cheeks were lined with salty tears.
Of the people she's met, no one remains, for she's betrayed plenty over the years.
Strangers can't help but meet her eye. There's a sweet little girl on the ground.
Help as much as they did try, they stumbled back at what they found:
Up close the girl looked quite changed; her figure was bigger than first implied.
Her round, chubby face looked almost deranged, her stature surprisingly wide.
Bigger she grew, and faster she became, and hope for escape was absurd.
This girl closes in on hopefuls from above,
This once little girl - called “Love”.
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