As I sit and glare, I notice how deeply
I burn inside and passionately hate you-
I relish in delight at seeing you squirm,
like a giant bug about to be crushed,
under my stare.
There isn't a relevant reason for my thoughts
except a positive doesn't mix with a negative;
I am a stripe and you are a spot
which I wish to wipe away, and I will.
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