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Ashes of love

In the coldest zephyr, I heard your voice as an elegy in the gust of wind " I am the pen, and you are my ink. Together,we are the syllables. " " You are not my wound nonetheless I am your ointment. Together, we are healing each other. " "I am the soul and your are my breath, without heart, we are completely dead. " " I am the matchstick to be our light in the night and your are my sky, together, we fly to the seventh paradise. "

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