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We have yet to learn
The sorrows of yearning…
(Separation from necessity)
Those brought together
by fate’s design
Desire and embrace
Haven and hearth
One hand scarred and hindered
The other battle-cleaved and absent
An intermittent apparition:
“In my dreams, I have two hands...” (they said)
No sword in hand,
No lute will sing.
Fate sundered
Their essence.
(to) Catalogue his loss amid all the rest;
Shelter his defeat among all of ours.
Those brought together
by fate’s design
Desire and embrace
Haven and hearth
These souls grasping for each other
Separated by secrets, diversions
We were once connected, now cleft;
An amaranthine illusion
Separate from those
Who could know us
No hand in mine,
No voices singing (together)
Solemn dissociation
Dressed as eloquence
We all sunder
Our essence
We have yet to learn of love
The sorrows of yearning…
Secrets of the heart.
No sword in hand,
No lute will sing.
Fate sundered
Our essence.
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