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A story in verse

The Meeting
We were meant to meet
Yes, that’s what you say
And I agree
We are like one soul in two bodies
Abundant, carefree;
Yes, that’s how I feel
When I’m with you
All the darkness within
Is vanquished
Leaving just light
Light that permeates my being
And yours
But aren’t we one?

The Catharsis
I’ve told you things
That have lived on like cobwebs in my mind
And that act
Has dusted what was once jaded
And made it real and true.
I have let go of some demons
But if I were to drive away all my demons within
Wouldn’t I also lose my angel?

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Love is a misused word; often sullied
And open to misinterpretation
Casting a shadow on what was once pure and true
May the divine love I feel for you
Never be flung on rocky shores
For love is not possession
But setting each other free.

The separation
You go your way and I go mine
But when the path is the same
How does it matter where we go
We shall always be entwined
By what we once shared
Our memories aglow
With sweetness and light

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