Balancing (herself)

Forever balancing…

The Migraine Chronicles

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Is it wrong
she asks
out loud to herself

Of course
she says
to no one else

But it’s right
she whispers
inaudibly

Then she smiles
a smile
no one can see

It’s wrong
while it’s right
it’s a perfect mix

It’s filthy
yet pristine
she loves the thought of it

She’s
the perfect balance
to his perfect beam

Some see a nightmare
she knows
it’s a dream

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