Soulmate

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We sat near the banks of the river, the closest one to her dream homeland.

Twilight was on it's verge to take over our kingdom.

The faces were confused, though. Questions on our chaotic messy heads.

She looked up, released a sigh and then turned to face me.

"'Nothing' can actually suffice my existence."

I grinned and maintained my virtues, letting the silence settle in.

Then, I faced towards her, smiled at her child-like expressions of impatience, and uttered,

"SOULMATE" 


--Terry



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