we
are like a violin.
strung around one another,
built on tension.
hitting those notes
of frustration.
yet wanting, needing, craving;
a crescendo of lust.
fine-tuned to hostility,
but hard-wired for love.
about to snap
and become two forever.
or
about to make a symphony
and at least taste
being one for a moment.
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