Our life
was like
two marbles
...
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we are socks from the washing machine of life always one missing... :) yes - very profound insight actually - funny but true metaphore. It happens to hate to love someone and to live n hating to love :) What of a phenomenon. I like this! to hate you just like you hated to love me...
I knew this poem before I read it...it describes myself and my lover, should I say ex live in lover who nows lives out heheh...can't live with him....can't live without him....we go together like two odd socks..his unwashed and black, mine washed, screwed up and red.....make of that what you will and you will, you will, you will, heheh Ruthie: o)))))