For Fakes I Admire
I hate to see you around,
Talking, making that sound,
"Morning, you bound?"
Glad, morning from me found.
I hate you on that ground,
Standing *****y, so profound,
Talking, making some joke,
Jokes that make me sound,
If only a punch for every word you spoke.
I hate that I heard them say,
You are my blood, my sister,
I hate that I see them consider,
Me, a being, a bloody brother,
To a heartless loving creature.
I hate to say I love you,
With a tear, a wish you would do,
I hate to say I care,
For tears, for fakes I admire
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