Poetry

Twisted Views

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We love those whose love we lack
We hate the ones who love us back
We live within a dying game
And we die all alike and all the same

These things of life are all a blur
But you’re my dream and never were
We love, we hate, we live, then die
It’s a part of life, and of you and I

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