Sparks

Sparks

I don’t think I’ve ever known
A woman who wasn’t magical
Nor a man
Not a perfect idiot
In disguise
It’s in the broken silence that I long to live
There’s a temple in our highest soul
Where we can freely breathe
Eternally alive
Merged in oneness consumate;
And the only time we truly die

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