Oh crushing hate,
Oh ball of fire burning
Hot as ice.
I am spiteful Pluto
King of the dead and
I wear a crown of bones.
Forever and more will I
Destroy myself;
A petty urchin
Searching for
A love
so
small.
The burning ball
Is not hot as ice
But as the sun:
A fireball
That burns my
Skin.
And yet
Forever and more
I will let it.
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