Time and of time always,
Bridges are in need and in act.
Stretching on one's end,
Reaching over to the next.
Believed so, I have always been.
A bridge between the light of day, and the dark of night.
The glass between the foes, clear and unbeknownst of sides.
The clash of conflicts, which neither holds true.
Erratic Behaviour
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