I could not hate you,
not after—dittoed, but
'twas ever in the past;
thus and forever will be.
So I instead twist the knife
in my dying heart.
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 2:49 AM UTC
I could not hate you,
not after—dittoed, but
'twas ever in the past;
thus and forever will be.
So I instead twist the knife
in my dying heart.
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