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Stormy PoeticJustice
Questioning Fate II
Will we meet in the middle?
You’re in there; I’m out here.
What will open the door?
Shall I break it down?
Or search for the key?
Our lives have been different.
Roads traveled.
Choices made.
Our lives are different still.
Will we overlap?
Ever?
When I have finally decided
who I want to be,
will you be there?
7 July 2000
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