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Cruel IntentYou put down my love with such cruel intent as though your love was to hatred lent for I find not a word that would warm this heart just words of ill that from love… depart. You speak only of love for all that failed as though this truth… the only tale you speak not one word of treasures gained of laughter and happiness this heart retains. You then mock my love as though love is dead turn and confuse all the words that I said… with such cruel intent each word defined has ripped apart this heart of mine. Vote for this poem
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