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Love, a Mistake oft Mistaken

Soft and subtle fingers brush skin
A pulse quickens and a heart pounds
Easy it is to judge him
Whose love drives him to the ground

Pathetic, a word often used in association
A weakness called caring is exploited
Forced to damage self due to domination
Yet oddly, love still boisted

She never asked, he never wanted
But still he felt her pull
The softest kiss, she had assented
Now he's her fast-bound fool

But no crime is this
For he sought the kiss.

Capiche?

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