Soulmates.

Old fashion hearts seams together,

Melting towards it’s edges.

vibrant colors mixture of violence.

Magnificence never withers

For true love is not by chance.

Made with their purpose.

Oh so everlasting…

of same conscious balance,

Yearns heavenly connections.

Tainted sultry obsessions,

is the mind of the soulmates.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

 

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