One weak, the other wild,
quiet and violence struggled
long enough.
In a dark silence, belonging to
no one, not him or herself
she walked away into frenzy
where creatures without masks
or apologies rushed towards
crash like martyrs or those
who cut and peel surfaces
searching for the mystic,
hidden pearl.
Somewhere in the past,
his cautious, colorblind world,
he wakened to test her
though her eyes were closed,
his heart beating fast in
its tight, wooden box
suddenly speechless.
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