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| (A Mirror in time. These forms enshroud my mind.) On my left, on my right: two of those for whom I'd fight. My sister, my brother. Who's going to watch out for the other? Who put you on the other side? (Despite all of my questions I'm going to have to decide.) Get in the middle and quietly rest. Lay aside desire, let the air fill your chest. Is it get with me? Is it get with my? A world in my own image? Did I decide on Love? All I saw around I loved. What a fool I was! These visions of my brothers and sisters... Get in the middle... Is it get with me? Is it get with my? A world in my own image? I must decline! |