Lovers Live To Hate
A hot steamy, winter day.
Made two hateful lovers stray.
For together they were apart.
But, apart they lived with dead hearts.
They were visible by the fade.
With a final blow, they forever killed.
The contained blood, spilled.
They hated to love.
They admitted this was undreamed of.
Together they emptied a cup by getting it filled.
Because they were only attracted by pushing away.
Those two hateful lovers did stray.
By looking the other away they faced each other.
They choose to love than hate the rather.
So they both lived to kill today.
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