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Struggling in veins
Two hearts are beating in my chest
one is right on time
the other's left behind
one is young, open and blind
the other‘s tired, beaten and confined
they are twins of different age
both hunter souls, locked in a cage
one is thirsty for blood
the other has had enough
though they are two
neither can rest
the constant battle puts both to the test
but wil...
Saturday 25th July 2020 9:56 am
Disguised
To the sun, we are veiled
It's the moon that sees our face.
Concealed, deep in every soul
Is a part of us; we deny to embrace!
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