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Monday, June 23, 2014
A hate for Love
I don't love you, don't love me
I am nothing
And that is what I have to give you
I have nothing
Look toward the sun
Rising up and out and from
We are nothing
And nothing we are from
We are one
But not the way you want to be
An endless sea of treachery
The unexpected lethargy
A nearly empty treasury
of unintended misery
You know it's poetry
When I speak
honestly
Be free or die fighting -theE major and Be DeaF
