it was both too much and not enough
like feathery soft and diamond rough
it was a shooting star, a wish in motion
a beginning of a beautiful destruction
what is this feeling?
confining and freeing
a cage and an open gate
is love governed by fate?
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DENOUEMENT. original poetry
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