The black in our eye
Is the hole in our heart.
A separate look in the mirror
Reveals a lifeless lust for death.
Together the image produced
Is one of a lively loving youth.
Our shamed pasts lead
Us into unstable phases.
We lied there, hoping for dead,
Yet both woke with numbed gazes.
Still, we are one
Haunted by a bottle and a gun.
Our childhood of ugly legality
Brought forth our current, beautiful reality.
We passed the past
Found completeness at last.
what was lost, was a gain-
The release of our lifelong pain.
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