The past unresolved like a fire
Disgust, selfish like emptiness
Fear, rejection
I am hurt
You are dominant
We are perverse
Very perverse
We love each other
That’s what matters
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I would like to translate this poem
Yes, in the end all that does matter is that we love one another. Our pasts remain unresolved throughout life, filled with emptiness, fear and rejection. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn