I hate the way you style your hair,
I hate the way you smile,
I hate the moments that we share,
I hate your clothing style.
I also hate your gentle touch,
I hate your warming voice,
I hate your tender heart as much,
as I sometimes hate it's choice.
I hate the way you make me lie,
because though I often try,
In all but the last word above,
Hate should be replaced by love.
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