28 Apr 2015
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To be,
or not to be,
that is the impossible.
Two sum,
not I,
it walks along,
hidden,
the duality,
only a playground,
open to imagination,
it’s Form,
the walls,
created,
each from hardships,
molds of misfortune,
sculpted around humanity,
stuck it holds,
the sands of certain.
To dream,
to open,
of source,
oh the possibilities that battle in lie,
our one,
a beacon,
painted along colorless light,
piercing new wholes,
creating gifted plight.
Each,
a window,
perchance the dream,
two own,
nay,
to share,
that’s life being,
together,
obstacles every turn,
burns the greed,
to die,
reborn,
we rise fair ashes,
our ordered,
no longer does chaos own.

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