There is a part of me that satisfies its monster
and controls the feel for blood.
There is another who craves touch
and slanders all who don't.
So heavy is its heart
and so light is its sincerity.
There is no more than those two.
No more than just one.
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The Maze of Curiosities
诗歌Poetry is a writing of passion And a lonely fashion Hated by most But something to toast. This writing would be heaven And a worth given lesson To anyone out there To become bare And be Rare. How may you ask? Leave your mask Forget its existen...
