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Two Worlds


The seen
and unseen
spar in the heavens.

In our hearts
a war tends
toward raging thoughts.

I have never
been at home on earth.
I have never
longed to birth a life.

The path
tangled with eruption
bent my neck downward.

Hell dug
a pit to bury
my silent confession.

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