if black had been your borderline.
then what was mine. you're floating in the forgiving white while i'm surrounded by black as dark as time. we seem to forget all these opposites and fine lines. just remember yours won't be the same as mine. not ever in space or time. parallel never touching or mixing. it's always grey in the center, but after your time of moral being. the final decision will be made.
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Poetryi was love then i was lost. ©writingxfreak NOTE: some of the photos/videos used in this book are not mine, and i do not take credit for them.
