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At Long Last

Trickling down the path
A measure, and a measure
I empty myself in you,
and then, I lose me there.

This wave of pure love
Keeps me in the water:
it thrusts me forward,
when there’s not as much
a reason to continue.

In perfect symphony
In union of hearts, and mind
The water becomes silent
I found you, at long last.


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