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Of Eggshells & A-Bombs.

Tell me why
does listening to this song
always remind 
me of you:

the only moment
that could have so easily
changed the course of my wayward
world-line
through this four-dimensional hell?

Overtly, the obstacle,
only: my unwillingness to accept.
You extremes — walking
on eggshells
or tossing A-bombs —

was not a life
I could ever embrace.

I live the gray.
I need the freedom to traverse
the spectrum. Given space,
in time, we understand
each other.

Crossing of paths:
how will
our energies play?

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