The natural in stink of the soul,
The unconscious building up
Like the force of gravity pulling you,
So close to hate but just on the opposite side,
Like a flame being lit, which burns forever,
The flame of internal glory
A flame that represents the reason to live,
The binding of two souls
For every night I light a candle and pray,
That you're all right,
Till the time I know.
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