there are two
libras
(or were they wolves?)
there is a fight inside
of me
which one do I have
courage to
starve
& which one do I
feed?
down this gravel
I know I've
been
so frequently
before
do I walk
stability
or one that's
been at
war?
felt I have the
loving hands
of the former's gentle
grace
but touched was I
by the latter's wit
& the dreams
of his embrace
there are two
libras
(they might be wolves)
that follow me
today
the one the wind
will always
love
& the one it
cast away
Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 12:52 AM UTC
there are two
libras
(or were they wolves?)
there is a fight inside
of me
which one do I have
courage to
starve
& which one do I
feed?
down this gravel
I know I've
been
so frequently
before
do I walk
stability
or one that's
been at
war?
felt I have the
loving hands
of the former's gentle
grace
but touched was I
by the latter's wit
& the dreams
of his embrace
there are two
libras
(they might be wolves)
that follow me
today
the one the wind
will always
love
& the one it
cast away
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