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Confliction
Balancing midst them both, two lives at once.
Split down the middle and torn at the seams.
Tiptoe the balance beam, pleasing the ones
who know only one side of things.
Confliction, a way of life down to the core.
From every angle, two people ‘twould seem.
Not yet discovered a way to be more,
so both lives are not but a dream.
Illusions, acts on stage, fulfillin...
Friday 15th March 2024 9:29 pm
Torn
Sometimes love is easy, so natural and pure,
but often it isn’t that clear.
Like fog in the morning makes traveling unsure,
not knowing which way you should steer.
For what comes the day you must make the hard choice,
between two you desperately you need?
It’s like choosing whether to hear or have voice,
no matter the answer you bleed.
Then how do you make a deci...
Monday 26th February 2024 2:10 am
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