Above the rim of Reality
beneath Nothingness
floating in Space
that's where I found you
All of it came true
as predicted, all of it hard work
no idyll
no rest
not even pleasure
Maybe I came to hate you?
Or did you do the hating game by yourself?
Hatred there was and hatred there is
quite idyllic and restful, by the way
a well done hatred holds pleasures like love
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