The Choice

clouds of doubt,

handed out,

by angels with horns,

no time to mourn,

those who are born,

to live life by scorn,

so, so

shadows deep,

intricate and asleep,

paralyzed by love,

invigorated by pain,

should we not strive for the same,

I ask you,

Do tell,

How you complete me,

Oh so well,

It's ineffable, and incredible

How tantalizingly edible,

Your very aura is,

Definite, pleasurable

Happiness not measurable,

Let's dance,

For eternity and more,

To not take chance,

Is to not open the most wonderful door

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