Quickly I depart; back inside
Which side do I turn, against myself
I cannot take less, you giving me more
Burning, my robe makes me cold
Inward I am clay, outward only stone
I leave you; my thoughts, you give me; your mind
Hard is your tounge, soft is the rest
Your forest is deep, but never my woods
While One word, must have two meanings
I am calm inside, turned out to the storm
Moving me forward, you take a step back
You want me for one thing, I need you for another
I have to eat meat, you ate only my vegetables
And opposites, can never attract
QE
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