Hate - Poem by Dale Totten
Oh how he hated him,
though he knew it wasn't right.
It consumed his heart and soul,
eating at him both day and night.
He hated everything about him,
and the one he hated knew,
but what consumed the one who hated,
was the hated one's fuel!
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