My beautiful poison, and bittersweet potion
you satisfy my need to want even more.
It's magnetic, electric, and tragic combined,
I want you, despise you, I love you; I'm torn.
Chilled by a fire burning deep down inside,
fueled by your presence, quenched by your hate.
Anticipating dread lamenting your touch,
torturous contradiction, my passion - my fate.
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