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We’d waited for beginnings all our lives not really knowing
And despite our patience thinning, Hoped for love on fire – exploding; flames with purity impure.

I snuck into his life and there I saw my own reflection
As I looked into his eyes and stared with mirrored introspection – and a hope of evermore.

I kissed his lips hello and then I felt our souls combining;
With a tryst of hips aglow, again I knelt to kill the pining – life became a metaphor.

We turned into a poem and we annotated stanzas
As we validated canvas, painted words on skin and book and wrote our clothes upon the floor.

 

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