Purity
I pity this love
that stands bare,
Decorated with,
rejection,
On a pedestal of humiliation,
and gains it's strength,
through false exaltation,
Loyality and faith
is not the fuel
that rages it's fire.
In it's essence,
lies,
It's own ruin.
Poetry by sagi
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Written on 2014-06-02 at 16:30
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