All is fair in love, but not war;
We find ourselves here, ripped at our core.
Pieces of this puzzle are hard to find;
Take one, leave one, she won’t mind.
Iron sharpens iron, so rough and tumble,
The beauty of her smile makes him ever so humble.
Nobody can tell if he is here to stay,
The Devil’s vices may lead him astray.
The world…
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