My hate is
Mine,
My personal,
Negative reflections of
Me.
We are
Projectors
Of me.
All of us
Variating this body,
Where I
Fester in insecurity
And it belongs
To you,
All of you.
A cycle of incivility,
I am casting
The stones of my
Discontent
And feeling
The bruises of yours.
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