Poetry of hate

The only people who’ve truly touched my genius have been my lovers.
And the loved it.
They adored it.
And they loved it.
And they adored it.
And they loved it.
And they hated it.
And they hated it.
And they hated it.
They hated me.
They hated me.
And they hated
Me…
Don’t hate me.
Don’t hate me.
Hate…
Love me.
Don’t hate me.
Don’t hate me.
Hate.
Me.
Love.
Me.
Hate.
Me.
Hate.
Love.
Me.
Wanker.

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