by Patricia Arnold

Created on: April 05, 2011

Sometimes...

I hate you, with the white-hot anger of a million suns!

Beads of sweat form on my heart and soul;

heat unbearable.

Sometimes,

The cold, it shivers my core, and causes brain freeze;

I long for thaw.

Then sometimes,

I burn with a heat so intense, only you can quench

the thirst that envelopes my being.

Sometimes...

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