that night

Self-love, the love of another, quite always that constant struggle. 

 

Like a mountain’s heart,

Revealed by dust through

the tears of time,

Like death, like life,

Like the might

of That Night,

Balanced on the toss of a dime.

 

Author: noramorta

For the first time after years of deliberation and procrastination, I move from the old fashioned pen and paper to display the consequences of my bad decisions, my inflated mixed emotions and my awkward findings on life.

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