Love and hate
By Hwymike
We so love to hate, and then we'll hate to love. Bitter is the sweet heated blue flame of love and hate? Like a torch the scorch to sum-sort is it to short? Has it lost the thrill? What’s the missing part in my heart: of our minds from the beginning of time till the end! What is the difference color, heritage, or hair of bright fluorescent streaks? Maybe the skin is painted, marked in taboo of tattoos. What can or can't be determined disposable or composable? To be scattered and battered in hate with love; We seem to hate ourselves with the things we so love. The love of another we can hate, but our love... Still I see is to hate. Copyright © September 2001 Michael L. Chick09/-/01, Can you see the same in theses two things? Written October 8th, 2001 © on Oct 08 2001 12:14 PM PST 0 • 8
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"We so love to hate, and ..."