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Dom 2d
Is there a warning,
or is it preordained?
How souls meet in the flick of a flame,
a candlelit silhouette puppetry
that plays out our destiny in irony.
But if I could reach from this page,
I’d caress your heart as we journeyed through space,
in all those ethereal orbs circling your light.
Could I be the one to give you life?

And who decided -
this divide could unbind us,
tethering us together
forever in a single harmonic sound?
We unite and ignite.
Time be ******,
there are no rules anyway.
As we tangle like a woven weave,
golden as we shine upon the stream, conscience save me—
as it all repeats,
tethered together forever,
souls met in the flick of a flame.

— The End —