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It’s arduous.

A clever tongue finds excuses,

The pain doesn’t sting, it amuses.

Loneliness isn’t killing, it hardens,

Who doesn’t fight that pardons.

It’s hazardous.

A harmonious heart doesn’t mingle,

It gets what it wants or stays single.

The compliments fade, unsuccessful,

It hasn’t been meek nor regretful.

It’s amorous.

A brilliant mind never wavers,

Though Gods they may be or saviours.

It eats them all up, regardless,

The life it created is flawless.

 

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