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hatred

December 5, 2013
By Anonymous

Hatred
Hatred is as black as a raven’s wing
It sounds like a faint scream in the middle of the night
And taste like a piece of raw meat, rough and sickening
Hatred smells like a rotting corpse at high noon on a hot sunny day
And feels like a red-hot poker driving into your chest scaring your heart


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