In between nothing and everything,
I fight every day to make peace,
To find and lose myself,
In memories of something…
Something I am aware of as illicit,
Yet as ecstatic as love,
But potent of toxins as hate,
Wild wandered thoughts of thy.
In between nothing and everything,
I fight every day to make peace,
To find and lose myself,
In memories of something…
Something I am aware of as illicit,
Yet as ecstatic as love,
But potent of toxins as hate,
Wild wandered thoughts of thy.
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