Writewright
Suddenly I realized
My breath was not
Synchronized
The rise and fall and in and out
Little to do
With wants did flout
No two no pair no pas de deux
Infernal turmoil
Argues anew
But such is the path that I employ
Conflict breeds
Such exquisite joy
On occasion of her complaining
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