Left then right.
Up then down.
Twisting, turning, churning.
Confused at the simplest glance.
Coldness in the warmth of loves fleeting dance.
Backward then forward.
Sideways then straight.
Falling, slamming, damning.
Obstinate disregard for emotions other than it's own.
Blackness overtaking the glorious glimpse of true light.
Desperate then unforgiving.
Truthful then deceitful.
Resentful, curing, impossible.
Enduring even when the inevitable is within sight of the forgotten shore of reality.
Endeavoring for the impossible truth of divine love that is forever out of grasp.
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