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May 2015
Who is the colder of us now
You who were my love so deep
Or me who does not wish to speak
Are we equal in our thoughts
Do we hate one minute
And love the very next

Who was the first with evil tongue
Trying to smite with great spite
Opening wounds of long past gone
Was it me or was it you
Not so long ago ,we spoke kind words
And in a twinkle at crossed swords

Do we love or do we hate
Are they so close these extremities
This dangerous treacherous knifes edge
Why do we want to hold so tight
The very next moment ,off in the night
I know for sure , I'll never know
Why it is ,This terrible twist of love.
Written by
Leslie William Purdy  Mallorca
(Mallorca)   
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   Arlo Disarray
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