Metaphysical Love poem
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The farther we reach the longer we stretch, said the wind We are moving towards our inner spin, where all energetic beams are dissolved By the dense frequency we expire from the fog of the flint We are more like clouds than their wound evolved Rolling over sharp fences, our disarrayed mind clings the nearest become the farthest, the rain become stoned Then all feelings are set apart, they start to limp The arrows of loneliness form our love, loved.
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