Frostbitten memories

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I can't get off
That endless bridge
Sweeping between
The
Sunrise or sunset
I never know which path to take
Up and down
Side to side
I find
A nice balance
in the in between
But I also ask
                            what did it mean?
Up to this point
                                             I liked both.
                                          I hated both.
Now it's hard.
Choosing between the day and night
                                              Which one caused the bite?
                                              Which one was bright?
If I choose,
Will I lose myself?
  

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