I hate you,
In love -
I will scathe you
And mar your pace;
Until I etch my soul
Upon your soul.
This is a love
That beseeches a fray
And a fray
That declares love.
I love you,
In hatred -
As the fire grows
And engulfs;
We incinerate
To know our
Vulnerability.
This is an enmity
That eschews love
For in love,
Enmity waxes
And then soon wanes
Into nothingness.
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