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The Deadly Conniver

Love the deadly conniver
Lurks in a mind sinister
In a form of a cupid’s arrow
The charm, which it bestows

A palindrome of endless letters
Often undiscerned as if chirps of birds
Smiles come, smiles go
Bringing love with new innuendos

There are days of rejoice
There are feelings of fight
Have a mind to which you lie
And so many tears that leave my eyes

You love it, You hate it
You want it, You need it
All but one truth of life

Love comes and takes you by surprise

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