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Two Lovers Reconcile
She calls it love, the feeling that pales her perception of life,
A streak of utopia, nerve and spine that tears through
The night of errors with her once philandering beau Pepita,
Eclectic like random thoughts; she says lies are elements of inertia,
The scenes come to haunt her, slide into her memory like the
Smoke that thunders in her heart, flitting old filaments of pain,
But by the time she enters the house the child is asleep; she
Worried that her beau Pepita could walk out on them;
He has no such intentions however, instead he answers her back
With natural decency,
Because the door to her house is open,
Like the door to his heart.
