Love Letter From the Soul Xxvii
Night,
"I bet I fit perfectly into the curve of you."
Right, center, left
we wrestle for position
as we weave a delicate web
of understanding and trust
depositions and diplomacy deciphered
as the art of the deal is reached
under the table, blown our covers
covert missions curtailed
chaos created
security breached
comprise reached
one on top of one
a treaty of peace
as we enter in
a bond that will never cease
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