she must have hated him,
for giving her me.
bashful youth,
how did you bring yourself sir,
to be with her?
she must have hated him,
for pausing her life,
with new life.
she must have grown to love me,
regardless,
new poetry,
a book of folded pages,
a shelf keep.
still she must of hated him,
cervix to bosom lamentations,
because,
that feeling is awfully familiar.
W.E.
Who is worthy of the hate,
or do I love them both regardless,
just by default,
the expected thing?
Reconciliation of detachment,
is a haunting thing.
combing the contradictions,
palpating for a pulse,
colour, love and hate blind.
-W.E.
lonerloaner 
I spent way more time than i should on your blog
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I don’t know whether to be upset or happy……I’m appreciative, but I hope it wasn’t wasted. *conflicted*
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it’s a very high compliment since i strive to be productive and yet i overstay due to your poetry
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In that case…. You made my head swell…. Thank you kindly and am glad you lost productivity…. Or were you productive in a different way? 😀
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