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The Ghost Part III: Angry

Separate my feelings
From my perceptions

Is that a patronising sneer?
Or an encouraging smile?

Are you my friend or my enemy?
My salvation?
Or my damnation?

Love and hate
Are woven closer
Together than we
Sometimes think

I love you.
But I hate you, too.

I am angry,
But only because I am sad.

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