A poem I wrote when I was younger:
My heart shaped into two
pounding faster because of you,
quilts of sorrow I feel
these things I cannot reveal
You don't know how much you mean to me,
I freeze when you sing to me
A constant controversy
the love of two is too world- weary,
self- mortification is my karma
for I cannot regress to the other
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