Peculiar Love
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How can life be grand?
When love turns into sand?
Emotions get torn,
Real tears start to form
Rivers of misery,
The sour taste of entropy!
It gets harder to cope
Agony silences hope,
Rancor takes hold,
Of my broken up soul,
As I ail for what once was,
My peculiar love.
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Really well written ! A dried river of lost love!
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Poetry.com 4.7 out of 5 based on 148 votes.
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great
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Reminds me of someone i used to know
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Thanks for this
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Great one!
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Beautiful verses
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5 STARS
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thanks!
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We should all enjoy it
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i feel you
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Rivers of Misery.. nice line
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i love this
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amazing gabriel
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Awesome one buddy
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Nice one dude
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Superb on this one :)
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Keep sharing your work...
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good work keep sharing
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As always great job
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Sometimes, love feels like you've been slapped in the face with a wet mop... you communicate your feelings so well through words. I didn't enjoy the feeling, because, well, no one does, but I enjoyed the writing!
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Enjoyed reading this one
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I like your words
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Love is tough
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I applaud you Gabriel. You have written a wonderful poetic journey through the pain of love! Excellent work.
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Very nice
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