bête noire

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Submitted: August 14, 2017

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Submitted: August 14, 2017




My mighty friend, you inspire me to write.

How I hate the way you call, feed and deceive,

Invading my mind day and through night,

Always dreaming to conceive.


Let me compare you to a pretender?

You are more restive, impatient and cold,

Conniving frost rips the robins of December,

And wintertime has the powerful hold.


How do I hate you? Let me count the waves,

I hate your tenuous imagination,

I hate your feigned concern,

Now I must away with a conscientious heart,


I'll remember your trivial words whilst we're apart.





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