April 7, 2009
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Hate is like a ball point pen
At first it’s splotchy and misplaced
Filling pages with black ridden despise
But after some time
The ink finally dries
And what once was prominent
And darkened by grief
Now seems faded with the past
And the troubles of yesterday
Hate is like a ball point pen
Dried up and useless

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