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Red Notes

Love has one name..no fiori
I have treaded that path
And worn her attire
It didn’t suite me

Her taste is thick sweet
But her very own damage
Is sharper than the edges
Of a ranseur

Many eyes have seen love
Sometimes evolve to hate
A rotten heart stinkier
Than an odmyl

Piss off young lady
Love for my money
You aren’t ready.

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About Victor Azudialo

I'm a writer, A lover of poems And creativity is all I crave for.

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