Love is like a conductor.
But hate is faster metal.
No one needs this metal.
Yet, it flows like fire on them.
It is contagious.
Be careful.
At times I remain insulated.
At times I remain as semi-conductor;
It’s not that I don’t conduct.
I do.
You can dope me;
Electronic love might flow in one direction.
I know the switches;
It can also reverse the direction.
Thanks to impurities used to dope.
May be emitter;
May be collector;
I am always at the base.
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