Contra

i live in constant contradiction, move with finite conviction.
rough around romantic edges, the star-crossed truths poetic.
candor, lust, and questionable morals.
the trinity of sinners, in the shadows quelled impulsive.
in the heat of the night, in the valley to roam,
and ramble vagrant roads.
in contra, enemy my own.

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