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The Folly of Two

Two meager sparks—
Smoldering remains of a dying fire
Flickering and calling for the day to fade
Into the night

Two scapegraces—
Queasy from parapraxis
Feigning perfection amidst nicotine
And quarter life

Enacting a fusion of opposites
Right and wrong
Truth and lies
White and black
Fire and ice

They say love was our connecting bridge—
Hearts race, hands slitter

No, folly was.

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

Photography by Natalia Drepina


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