Black and white

Wet and dry 

The opposites co existing 

Within your shell

Have created a living hell 

Customized to fit your very being 

A walking contrast 

Of which there is no fleeing 

If conflict took a face 

It’s icy eyes would be blue like yours 

And runny 

Staring daggers through a haze of whatever made you able to survive the pain 

Of being split in two 

The epic battle of Good and bad exploding inside you 

How can a desert and an ocean both be within the vast expanse of your soul ?

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