A word called love

One look across the room and he held her heart captive. Unable to fight, her body betrayed her the moment he smiled. If the Devil was once an Angel, was he friend or foe? Whispers against a deaf ear. She could never hear the warnings that others screamed to save herself before he consumed the innocence imbedded in her soul. Tarnished and tainted he placed her on his wall of trophy’s. Another victim of the word called love.

A.J.Luna

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