{"sf1_id":676658,"sf2_id":"Xnrk0W71","title":"love maze","author":"cainfoxy","words":72,"posted_at":"2014-03-07T04:14:00.000Z","tags":["Love","Maze","Poem"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/676658-love-maze","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Xnrk0W71","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=676658\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#4 of poem fate","content":"Love is a maze. To many dead ends to be counted way. Easy to be lead astray down a path witch seems the way. only to be crush by a false dream of fate. Many times over you hafe to start a gain. with the lession witch you have learned. But great is the award that a wait's. We will allways find away throgh. No matter how long or tricky the maze.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"poem fate","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/675782-blood-cycle.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/681916-the-dream.json"}}