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What Holds Me
Kindling the mind afire,
Urging the senses afresh,
Beckoning me to it anew,
What is it, that holds my soul?
Is it love, attracting with its fragrance,
Or, is it fear, arresting with its hypnosis?
Is it joy, all encompassing,
Or, is it hatred, all consuming?
Is it Life, bestowed upon me,
Strange in its philosophies?
Or, is it death, awaiting me,
Wondrous in its mysteries?
I ask myself, what holds me?
Is it crushing me, in its cruel talons?
Or, is it caressing me, in its gentle arms?
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