If we follow our
thinking all the
way to the end
would we have to
kill it or would it
be reborn as an
imaginary friend
each word a tiny
sonata if you take
each letter for the
instrument it goes
stalwartly on
playing with the
others just notice
how the love inside
hate is enormous
while the hate in
loving has almost
totally dissolved
what it once meant.
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