The spirits of unequal love
(one from below, one from above)
came down and up to me today,
entwined their warring chocolate,
strawberry flavors in a calm
complacent sort of way, resigned
to the design of their unpalatable
bond. One remembered one of them
had once desired the other more,
but neither could recall who’d played
that dreary bore. But here they
are again, much as before.
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