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[makesmeweak]

Two souls contend
In me and both souls strive for masterdom,
Which from the other shall the scepter rend.
The first soul is a lover, clasping close
To this world tentacles of corporal flame,
The other seeks to rise with mighty throes
To those ancestral meadows whence it came.

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who dis be?

[ladykaybay]

aww whitney! who exactly are you talking about in this poem? i have a few ideas.... love the poetry, btw!