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Tired Metaphors for Hate

A stone, to be cradled or thrown.
Forest fires, house fires, a lit match.
Not a good counselor.
Something sharp, or delicate.
A veil pulled over your eyes.
Enumerating is tiresome.
Think instead of that dusky queen
who bathed in milk, rising from it,
the rose petals clinging to her skin.

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