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Is this the end of Love?


A garden of roses filled with atmospheric scents of Love,

A heaven with one angel, you being the angel in person,

An erupting mountain with an endless eruption of Love magma.

Such is the definition of Love for Aduke,

 

But as she pressed forward in life to fulfill her so called “Love dream”,

It was a tragic memory she ended up fulfilling,

 

Her garden of roses turned into a garden of thorns,

Heaven with one angel turned into Hell of demons,

Love erupting mountain ended up being an endless eruption of tragedies.

 

What is to be of Aduke’s love dream?

Oh my God,

Her love dream is fading, like a smoke in the air.

Aduke, is this the end of Love?
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  1. UnknownMay 11, 2020 at 11:10 AM

    No that's not the end of love

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    1. African GiantMay 11, 2020 at 11:21 AM

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