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The Other Half
Waiting patiently for the other half to take control.
The one who can act without conscience.
He sees things for what they are, no emotions to confuse.
He has no eyes, in his mind your image is of no use.
He knows how to cry, but only sheds tears of blood.
He will act upon his rage...all his adversaries buried in the mud.
He can just fuck you. His heart no longer interferes.
He's constructing a wall, using bricks of repression gathered through the years.
He lies dormant for now, suppressed by a fool with best of intentions.
His growth is halted for now, suppressed by a love's intervention.
