Between the Flames
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A storm rages
Two loves tipping.
My mind, a raging sea,
Pulling hard—pulling at me.
One gentle as the morning light,
The other wild, a storm at night.
A voice is calm, a healing song,
Another’s fire burns fierce and strong.
Torn between dark and bright,
A heart lost in day and night.
Bipolar beats, a twisted dance,
Caught in a fevered, restless trance.
Two flames burn, warm and cold,
One love, two stories left untold.
Craving touch, endless flight,
Holding both—wrong or right.
In chaos’ grip, I try to see,
How love can be both pain and free.
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Thank you for coming here and walking through the garden of my mind. No day is as brilliant in its moment as it is gilded in memory. Embrace your experience and relish gorgeous recollection.
Into every life a little light will shine. Thank you for being my luminance in whatever capacity you may. Shine on, you brilliant souls!
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