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Siveri

Published: Jul 14, 2011

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Hate does not grow any love.

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PursuingTheCerberus

Aug 6, 2011

I love everything about this piece....from the title....to the description! I completely agree. Writing with power and brevity is not an easy thing. You nailed this in every way! Did you experiment with structure at all? I'm not saying it needs any gimmick...I was just curious if when you first wrote the poem you did any of this:

Hate
does not
grow
Love

I'm going to FAV this for sure

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