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Loss

The love of money,
Fools called men,
Is something we all hold dear.
The shallow, empty pursuit of dreams
Is becoming less and less satisfying.
Along comes the hounds in hot pursuit,
Now to dismay and deal judgment.
Now there’s a fear of a risk,
Can I take?
Do I chance giving up love for romance?
The love of a brother for the affection of another?
The other my love already won.

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  • PrettyxoxPoison
    April 9, 2007

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    I really wish I could more deeply comment this poem because dont get me wrong it is wonderful. but I have like 70 more to look over! : ] well GOOD LUCK :]