The Porcupine

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Behold, the two days of life:
Azura, the days of Winter
Brita, the days of Summer

On these azure days,
When one feels cold
One feels blue and alone;
One longs for one’s company

On these bright days,
When one feels warm
One feels alive and great;
One needs each other no more

Till one realizes that one suffers
On snugging old cold Solitude
One feels feeble and destitute

Till one realizes that one suffers
On huddling his closest friend
One feels pierced and betrayed

Either way, who is to blame?
Lo, open your eyes and see!
Sharp quills are hurting me.

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