Is his touch
And the state of being he can summon
In the morning
With his warm breath steady on my neck
And the world in flux cannot
Identify
The right way or the wrong choice.
I ask myself questions,
Weigh opinions
As if the world is black and white
And I must choose my
Shade of grey
But even logic isn’t sure
And paradoxes
Still exist
Like decisions to question
And conclusions to not.
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