Submitted by Phaeliae (8/9/2004)

Torn between dual existance.
The friendship or mental trance.
I feel the pain of both multiply.
To he I cannot lie
For she I cannot deny

Both nay be thrown to waste.
Descisions pressed by invisible haste.
I feel a soothe come from inside.
He won't even destroy that pride.
She won't even begin to subside.

Mistaken I am?
Friendship and femme?
Mental machines tear down.
Broken down, begin to frown.
Turning rusty, painted brown.

Choices eased by the intelligence of one.
Choices eased by drugs and fun.
Mental machines connect.
Beautiful enemy resurrect.
Friends and femme? Correct. 

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