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tangled fingers

tangled souls

tangled thoughts

tangled bedsheets

obscured vision

happily blinded by the idea of forever

human mortality

you damned fools

the body gives out

it dies.

a blossom,

sweet or flawed

faces the same fate

circumstances vary

reactions vary

but what lives on?

what legacy remains?

the heart stops

the body crumbles

the conscious falls

the passion still burns

the love is preserved

the love floats through the atmosphere

misunderstood bubbles of light,

felt on winter nights

dissolved on wet tongues

painted before eager eyes

illuminated as hope

as God

as art

life tangled

fates tangled

words tangled

death tangled

love tangled

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