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Love and hate are evil twins,where darkness wanes, the light begins.
Though kindred in the psychic well,
indifference to their magic spell,
condemns us mortals all to hell.
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Love and hate are evil twins,05-25-2009
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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