Hatred is a desperate, needy thing

Bailey Rafter

Old as time itself

Bitter sweet and intimate

As gentle as a lover’s kiss upon your cheek

As hard as the floor as you sink down in despair

It holds you close, coddling you to It’s bosom

like a mother protecting her child

filling you with purpose and fervor

you rise up, duality is your new nature

As cold as the first frost

And blazing, hot as the sun

you rain down your passion

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