A lot of people hate me. They're looking
at me all the time with hateless looks.
They're saving it. They save up hate
for later just to savor as they wait
for their next chance
to see me go away.
It's like a dance,
in some vague way. A clumsy
hunter tracking its
rejected prey. It's poignant, if
you didn't laugh - so sad,
the little games
they play
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