I touched you
	And thought
	The warmth and love
	I felt were real.
	Alas, my nerves,
	My very heart,
	Lied to me.
	I hate
	My lying heart;
	I hate
	My bitter hopes!
	I hate everything
	That lies to me
	Of you.

9/5/84

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