Hating is like painting
The ink keeps flowing
from canvas to canvas
There is no respite
It drips and coagulates
like blood in our veins
We hold it in our bosom
for revenge is all we feel
We become leeches
as hate seeps through our veins
Our vision is distorted
when hatred is all we see
© Norma Bobb-Semple 2016
normabobb 
So true and beautifully-written!
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Thank you.
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