Our rituals define us,
Our dreams divide, the
Life from the living, only
We decide, for what are we
Here for, if not to thrive, along
With one another, not just to survive,
But to thrill in the pleasure, that holds
Us together, and fight for the right
To be happy whatever the internal
Weather, whether the future will,
Or crumble apart, I cycle all the
Way, back through to the start,
For I love your soul’s beauty
Tangled deep within my
Heart, you stand be

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