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Poem: hate


here’s the funny thing about hate

it just happens

no rhyme or reason

no sense or sensibility

people they just


they take your words and

twist them

they take your dreams and

steal them

because they don’t understand Love

and they don’t understand you

and they don’t understand life

and maybe, just maybe,

they don’t want to

But here’s the funny thing about Love:

It finds you.

No matter if you forget to look.

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