Two men, same face,
same quiet breath.
One holds a gardengrown through thorns,roses lit from inside.
One holds a winter,sharp and clear,a mind like glass,a storm in blue.
They do not turn away.
One says feel.
One says think.
Both say stay alive.
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Author:
ROSHI (Pseudonym) (
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