Tempest of feelings rage
Of black and white
Of up and down
Of yin and yang
Of this and that

Polar upon reckoning
      Of words with and without frolic
           I love you
                I love you not
                   Of yes and no

I am akin to Nick Carraway
Of being within and without
Having feelings like these
Ravage me
I am complete
and I am not

Somehow
Vague as a disguise
Of a shadow in the morning sun
Of people and other people
You and Me

**We
are
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