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Sep 2022
the sun and the moon were always lovers,
every lifetime here and before.
the comfort of every new birth
guided with the soft reassurance of
“we’ve found each other before.”
the burning fuel of
“this may be our last”
to the sweet surrender,
the driving immersion
of two souls
intertwining so deeply
that will leave a trace
bringing them together once more.
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m lang  26/F/Milwaukee, WI
(26/F/Milwaukee, WI)   
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   Frances Raeburn
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