This is a poem; That is not.

Love This,
That is the right thing for This
How It needed This from all of That?
But with This, That is a joke;
This is me.

Cherish This,
That is a wrong image of This
After That broke It, This saved the day
When Nothing could.
This is me.

If This and That united,
If That and This reignited,
That is, forever - the eternal ever - changed
This, at the moment fakes for That
This is me.

That can’t keep This in a cage,
This is not wrong, neither right.
This needs air and fire in It.
That will be the end of This
That is you.

					
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