Duality

Seraphel

I can’t be held, yet I offer a warm embrace.

I can’t be bought, yet things are often offered in exchange for me.

I can be sweet, though venom lingers beneath my gaze.

I can be generous, yet deny more than I give.

I can commit, yet still foresee grim futures.

Duality is both a gift and a curse to anyone who falls in love with such a creature.

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