Hate is my methadone,
Since escape--hurtful, unreasonable;
Or is it only seeming, a vaccine--
Like the lies taught of civility,
Honored only in the spotlight.
The kindest dog will bite
When reddened like wine,
Spirited for laughter outside of self,
We smile--cut in the dark,
Anaesthetic for modesty.
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