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Love fell sick last night, my love
The Policy of emotions is simple remember?
On her seat rests the obnoxious sadness, the second son of pain.
No seat is to be left unoccupied.
Love is sick my love and how long she will be away is unknown to me.
She was the one fondest of you.
Sadness has never been fond of your smile because it calls love to unseat him.
Am afraid you wont feel my touch tonight, my love.
Love is sick. Her sisters Joy and Happiness nurse her by the bed.
A part of me wishes she gets well soon, a part of me savours in the darkness of these goons.
If not, these rowdy boys seated on bravado will bring havoc in our bed.
Love is sick my love, am not sure how I feel about you.

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