When it was all dark and muddy
Rains felt dry and bloody
When love was to be, felt,
It felt like, some plan, shady.
Hands felt tied up,
Voice all choked
What was seen, felt fake
Love was merely at stake.
Toxic were the thoughts,
Toxic was the emotions displayed,
What left was, a body
Without heart and soul.
A Poetic Quest 
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