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Poetry: Hate

by James Thornton

HATE

I stop and stoop

There lies a coin

Its face blackened and scarred

The reverse shiny and smooth

I think of you

Longing recedes to rage

You still have the power

To make me feel something

I discard the coin

But I will keep you

Until you hurt as I do

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