There are two of them
That I have found love for
As crazy as it may sound
Tight cornered
with no shoes or socks
staggering on a thin line
joining mountains
They say I must love one
At least I should
But when dilemma falls
I pray it falls hard and sticks
with deep scars and traits
with inner wounds
unwilling to heal
To a choice never to regret
There are two of them
That I have found love for
As crazy as it may sound
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