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Another poem by me. I didn't even know the meaning of it until it was all done. |
| Love or Hate At a flip of a coin. Be true or be fake. To split or to join. Tipping the scales This way or another. One is my killer The second a lover. Seconds to treasure, Years to waste. You grasp it, you listen. You smell it, You taste. A left road, A right, Each path connecting. Our faith put in chance appears Everlasting |