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Our longing gravitates
as much as the separation
widens and our souls
step out of their shells
to meet in the celestial heights.
Entwined in ecstatic trance
they satiate with the purity of bliss
before a glance at our parted bodies
stimulates altruism for the grieved.
Our souls re-enter
their momentary abodes and
sprinkle the magic they hold
to soothe our craving bodies
until they themselves lose
their essence.
And the urge to rejuvenate
take them by the hand
for another embrace.
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