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Poem: The Loneliness of the Soul




Three rooms exuding solitude.


A deep connection.


Speaking without words.


I hear her scream.


I hear his silence.


Her desperate cry.


His confident embrace.


A conciliation of opposites.


Attaining a perfect balance.


Atemporal.


Eternal.


One of a kind.


The last ones.








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