A kindred spirit of hope and laughter
Raises limits that much farther
You see, you hear, but cannot touch
The reddest blush as rose as blood itself
Lights darker depths of void of self
Not recognised these moments fell
Vivid as dreams, my thoughts imagine
Entangled... getting slow as they unravel
What peril! what flame! will lead
For loss is all that this achieves
So maybe less has more to gain
Exchange for better
Remembrance
Of times difficult, insane!! Yet true
With core so numb
We chose our path with courage
Expressing our inner solace
Even this leaves vulnerability... but,
Truth relieves the tensioned chains
Freedom!!!
Exclaimed for heart's sake.
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