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Rahama Mar 2019
We are different
You remind me everyday
With the tone of your voice
With the actions you take
I guess your meaning of love
Is much different from mine
Polysemy wasted my time
Your love is violent
Your love brings hurt
Your love means abuse
Your love means hate

I don't want your love
Because your meaning
Is slowly becoming mine.

— The End —