Find me in him.
Beyond the skin, to the soul that looks back.
Stare through your mirror of truth.
Find your soul in the reflection of your vivid past.
We haunt, yet we know not.
From the red, sun drenched Summer frozen in that capsule of time,
To the halls of that formidable place where sweet silence echoes loud.
Listen to it, for it's our soul's needle-prick whimpers reaching out.
Non any sweeter than love held back.
Non any painful than reason-fed love.
Non a life more wasted than an unhearkened soul.
It is all but a short journey, nothing to spare and nothing to lose.
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