the sense of belonging to...

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It is only my fascinating yet painful hallucination to touch my soulmates effulgent skin.
It's delicate, I can feel it.
My hand being mars intertwining with his being Jupiter.
Just like two enemies making peace.
I then discern and confirm it to be ethereal.
It is only my uncanny desire to find my soulmates heart slivered like shattered glass pieces simply so I can be the one to repair it's mythological beauty.
It is only my dream to wake up to a heart warming poem, one that is professed in a sight of a few voice crack, one that reminds me I am this  beautiful  creation.
It is only my dream but after all it is just a dream>>>3

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