We are a transcendental love, pure and untouched, moving at intervals.
One hopeful song in the midst of conversion.
The skip of a beat and the drum of the heart, we are moving at a pace time cannot touch.
We caress and entwine, we breathe above the clouds and above all else we starve but crave the comfort of each other.
and in the midst of a quiet melody we become a crescendo of hope.
One lonesome shadow to the other we correct our silence with the buzz of a kiss and before we fall too deep, we speak of love like autumn leaves brushing the snow beneath our feet.
We are a powerful love, forging and transforming into one.
One excitable and and awkward with another anxious and forgettable.
And with the gasp of a single breath we unleash our innocence.
Like nicking candy from a grocery store we feel the thrill of our presence.
Together we are a whole but apart we are nothing.
And as if planning for our legacy we end each page with a continuous.
We will not be forgotten.
and with a single smile, so innocent and pure, our transcendental love defies all logic and we move at intervals.
a hopeful song in the midst of a conversion.
our hopeful song.
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The Truth Embarks a New Beginning
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