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Love is a lot less deadly then lust. 
To feel a woman, is to feel deaths push.
Revere, these harbingers of fate. 
For a watery maden, should make you a watery grave...
of sand, and shell, it will be fathoms deep.
A tragedy of the sea, and its secret to keep. 
Capture a heart, for it is a cure; 
to exchange for when seams can not handle lust anymore.
Desire not, those who are not to be touched. 
Seek a salve in the eyes of your love, and the heart pact you forge,
 beyond moral peral the heart is bound... ever more. 

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