A fork reaching to two;
A left? A right? Where do they go?
A line divides, the silver lining;
But when two distinct lines meet, what exactly will happen?
Of hypocrisy, the reality is ruled;
Of Origin two distinct things, but now unknown of the boundary;
Words toyed, differential actions; how original is their originality?
The area of convergence, there lies the grey substance...
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