Torn Poem by Mona Kattan

Torn

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Thinking, constantly about the two,
Thinking, deciding on what to do.
On one hand chaste memories and all is secure
Foundation built tenderly for us to endure.

On one hand fresh adventures and all is unknown
The world a new kingdom and I own the throne.
Measuring, constantly weights of the two.
Measuring, scale tipping, what shall I do?

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