In my life there are only two T's
Between these two, I am fond to tease
To whom my affections be bestowed
And who through my doors shall be allowed.
One I have gone with to the extreme
Perhaps too much, further lights are dim.
The other I had just beginning
Cultivate a romance just budding.
These two young T's make me polarized
And yet they both give me teary eyes
Both used to hold a part of my life
But now I'm free, I would rather die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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