We are two flames,
Colliding and clashing,
Eroding our names,
Each other, slashing.
Merging miraculously,
In some eternal timeline,
Vowing velvety love variously,
Flowing and floating as fine as wine.
My hand longs your hand,
Our hands meet and then
We turn into slipping sand,
A poem by a perpetual pen.
My hands are cold,
Struggling to keep hold,
Your hands are burning,
Holding and yearning.
My...
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