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May 2020
Your love for me,
Is like the raining clouds.
Your Hate for me
Is like the heat of the SUN.
I need them both.
And I know you are
tryin to decide
What I must get.
But you don't know
I already got them both.
I am the planet itself,
Complete on its own.
This **** comes out to be real
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   Kanishka
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