We are like the mosquito
And the bee
That speak differently
Your voice filters
A language
I can’t comprehend
Likewise my sighs to you
Don’t make sense.
One might suppose
We breathe in
Different worlds
With not a glance
To hurt the other
Or doubt and assert
Our very identity.
If love is a
Strong word
Then so is hate
And one can’t survive
Without the other.
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