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2 Good 2 Be TrueI find myself fearing the inevitable. You. Me. Happily. must be that i am torn between substance and pain/ so i refrain/ from connecting im reflecting on past lost-insane. Imagine that Fear. Fear of the one thing that heals all wounds the equalizer of all oppressive moods. I fear. that you are 2 good 2 be true I want you. I want you in a way that only the third eye can see In me I see. You. mirrored fantasies driven ambition. but doubt seems to grab me disguised as intuition. You. Me. Happily. in my mind the battle commences as doubt fires missles and heart breaks down fences. reenforcements arrive in the form of your voice. cease fire is called and now thereis no choice You. Me. Happily. insanity is the heart with its feeble shell. open/close torture burns just like hell. silence the war make peace feel like new. You. Me .Happily or 2 good 2 be true B. Alexander ©Benjamin Casey 2006 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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