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title: all that was left
tags: poetry, self-love
---

at first 'twas lust what moved my soul--
her sweet allure unparalleled--
and left naught but an empty hole
when this lust's love was then withheld.

thus lust gave way to kindness strained--
compassion shown to be repaid.
and, when 'twas not, was not sustained...
for love's not love that need be paid.

each tasteless guise was stripped away--
removed to show what lay inside:
deep, pain-filled rage on fierce display,
which--brought to light--as quickly died.

with no more veils to be rid of,
i finally saw through all my lies.
all that was left was simple <span class='red'>love</span>,
and that, my dear, it never dies.

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