Part 2: Tender and Warmth

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"I feel like I'm supposed to die young"

"Why do you think so?"

"I don't know, suppose I peaked already, I'm not afraid of dying. "

"But, if you die young, or choose to, someone might miss you,... you know?"

"Who would miss me?"

"I think... "
"

I think, I would. "

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eager and tenderness
while we are
young and brazen
wherever there's stars
the night endlessly young
filled with wonder
never took a step to falter
nor to ponder

you and i alike
in colour and aura
both radiating the same wavelength
natural is our speech
as flora and fauna
the connection we have
is our strength
yet the distance maintained
leaves me out of breath


both kindred in some sense
we're probably angels
from the same cradle
kindness and love,
warmth so intense
a friend or a lover,
twin flames,
we are immortal

will we meet
in the next life
you are dear to me
the love letters i keep
is the only way to be,
never fated to be your wife
hope to see you again,
in the near future
maybe not in the physical plane
then maybe, in the next afterlife
maybe only then could we be nearer


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