Gravity of affection

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In the heights of her heart
My emotions fall and suicide
For the sins of my adoring art
Which was once called care

Before my faith and her loathe
I tried a lot to retrieve my heart
But her passion for new life
Broke them into pieces and I lost

Affection is that what I call
If it isn't the brainy thought
Or the warmth cares we sale
For nothing but a trade of lust

I know her riddles, I never spit
But a reason that she covers mine
As long as we disguise it in our hearts
We are under gravity of affection

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