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The Union of corporeal souls
Whipped into shape by the beatings
Survived in your life
But it tells, it
Shows in the eyes
That you were predestined
To walk without poise
To hold the knobby candle
Till the flame has charred the bone
Wander, lost to cold reality
I tell you our lips were made to kiss
© 1996 donald R. McCauley
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