To love: to hate. To satisfy: to want.
The smooth stroke knows the rough;
the loosening ties, the bind. To cleave:
to bring together and cut apart. Twenty years
knows two: the sound a lie makes
when it grates against blades sharpened
by the heart. The future is the past. A
a troubling stone that comforts in the river bed,
knows every passing cloud. To lose: to find.
To turn away. To leave behind.
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