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Tuesday, 3 November 2015

Poetry: Jekyll and Hyde

Paths forked into valves, 
Mind split into halves; 
Oscillating between the sides,
Seeing Jekyll and smiles; 
Seeing Hyde and knives, 
His heartless chest, connives. 

Never been so cold, 
Till his soul was sold; 
But I wasn't told, 
How this would unfold. 
I wasn't trapped, 
Until my being was hostaged. 

Strangely marred, this reality, 
Such a tragic piece of beauty; 
Teasing the pain away, 
Lifting my spirits gently; 
To walk from the astray, 
The path he shall deny.

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