Slow and torturous, I get lost with each word. Inhaling deeply they expand my mind, my heart, my soul.
In another time, a life we are no longer living, yet we're feeling more deeply with each passing day.
Time stands still and in this moment, this very moment, we'll find peace, love, hope and desire.
Your touch soothes my soul, setting fire to the dwindling flame that fights to exist within me.
Our breath threatens to extinguish the flame; our passions fight to keep it burning. Nothing can save us and in reality, is this something worth saving?
Be real. Be truth. Be strong.
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