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Mock is what,poetry,prose
God knows a wilted rose
Love inflicts,wax and wane
Strive to slain,you are not sane
Wears the pride,so shall mitigate;
Allthe egos,laymen,intricate
Uttering eyes deaf can hear
Blur if sight sprinkles fear
Like when dark none can see
Lack of passion I betray
Love is love jn which I dwell
Holy heavens or if hell