The splits in the mind,
As crisp they are.
As they spread,
the pathos fume.
The conflicts are wide,
far apart.
They have divisions
of love and fear.
And amidst them,
a quest for beauty.
What is now,
will not live.
What will be,
Lives within.
As crisp they are.
As they spread,
the pathos fume.
The conflicts are wide,
far apart.
They have divisions
of love and fear.
And amidst them,
a quest for beauty.
What is now,
will not live.
What will be,
Lives within.
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