my mother, she loves me
maybe I go one step too farbut without hatred there would be
no true love
if hatred didn't exist, wouldn't be love
existential like the air we breathe
or fruitless ?
Poetry by Albert Vynckier
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Written on 2026-04-04 at 17:27
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