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Hate me if you can
something for your hand
what is this emotion that I hate
happiness is what I debate
like a bird holding hate in peace
love and you and me
hating everything you have
never holding the sand
choking these flowers one by one
choking hate into the sun
in this party I hate to see you
in the silence, in this hopeless blue
hate me if you can
mate love with hate in hand
I can't help this emotion
happiness made this explosion
I am ending this poem not saying goodbye
this is part of hate, do you know why?
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