The two-headed dragon is everything
We don't want to become
But are unless we tame him
Or at least hold him at bay
Said the girl showing me her picture
Her vision of the angel was a red blob
Worked into a flowing cape
And the calm features of a face
Poised to strike the writhing monster
She'd scrawled in blue and yellow-brown
She's given them equal room
And drawn a thin horizon-line
Between them where
She wasn't sure the sun
Was coming up or going down
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