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Pure mood poem
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poems Wretched circle of hatred
How much i despise thee
Yet always when you beckon
I come crawling back
Every time i succumb
To your powers of persuasion
I find it yet harder
To escape this grasp
This tarnished and tattered heart
Fails to recognise signs of love
Thoughts of happyness are forgotten
Inside the frozen core of this soul
