With someone's hands around my neck, I'm losing air and life & so, I cry out for help.
Then I stumble into a mirror, in the darkness, & panic, when I see that the hands belong to myself.
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The Depth of Two ·•° | P O E T R Y |°•·
PoetryAlthough the amount of "2" is a small number, the true depth of it is often missed. With just 2 wheels, we could balance & travel for miles. There are only 2 natural lights in which we see every day; the sun and the moon. It takes only 2 people to...
