One

Torn in between, torn within
Wishing for whispers to breathe
Bring sense, end this cyclic rhythm.
Risking memories that resound,
Responding to the heart’s fount.

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Falling freely from fickleness
of love lost, love lived
of melodies mellowing my mourns
of words woefully wooing
of promises proclaiming pedestals.

Empty every essence, every edge
Ail all aches, all agonies of late
Offer oases of opulent devotions
Usher utterances of undying romance
Until this very you and me are merged into one.

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