these couples
with their heads resting
on each other's shoulder
and hands clasping fingers
that never seem to part for a moment
make me sick
and fill me with love
that is always
accompanied
with a hatred
for it.
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these couples
with their heads resting
on each other's shoulder
and hands clasping fingers
that never seem to part for a moment
make me sick
and fill me with love
that is always
accompanied
with a hatred
for it.