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Opposites as day and night; yet still the same

Truth -

                the realist;

                a tickle on my back,

              that my blunt nails scratch,

   and

                possibly the grease in my roots,

                by days old showers;

                nothing really new.

False -

               the dreamiest;

               a scar on my back,

              that my needled nails perfect,

  and

              possibly the crease in my roots,

               by freshly scent showers;

               something really old.