When one side is seen as another makes the shadows its home
What then is hidden and why isnt it shown
Lurking in the dark forever just out of sight
The flip side of a coin the left to a right
Both natures true in neither hides a lie
Why then does it matter which is more shy
The real face you see does not then become fake
When during the next day a new form it must take
If nothing is keep back and all sides are known
Then in that company one truly feels at home

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