of my imperfect love.
I have held you fast to my chest
and will let go even faster.
I am more honest in hate;
with enemies there is no pretense.
Them I could kill,
you I will hurt.
People search all their life for love;
my quest is indifference.
I will cast my heart in iron
and seek a cold harbor.
I'm in a foul mood.
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