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how could we be so diametric opposed even in the littlest things leaving us unendingly apoplectic unconscious of what each other brings to the field of our mutual magnetism lines of attraction wide-out arcing bridging polarities of our schism creating bonds of thoughts sparking possibility for a new way of viewing and thinking about each other's worth without being steeped in conflict brewing creating our own little hell on Earth the ear and tongue can come together from individuals or partied nations to pass feelings and beliefs on better than weapons or harsh worded oration would all the melting ice around maybe stand a chance of washing away hurts and hates from common ground allowing us to meet each other halfway © Goode Guy 2011-09-16

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Book: Shattered Sighs