Torn.
And in the middle find me.
Bleeding in agony betwixt two loves.
One I must and the other I lust.
Fixed.
And at the center bind me.
Nailed like a coffin in finality.
All the way down in circles I spin.
One way down the other in.
Door.
And in its face stare I.
Hand hovered over knob, choice, life.
Every moment wasted,
the other held with breath bated.
Shake the hand on the dust of the door.
Shake the dust or choose no more.
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