on how thoughts I never dared
to speak will soon be spoken by you.
Could it be, that we two
were truly of a single soul?
Separated by fate,
yet bound to meet again.
We were like marble dug deep
from the earth by a sculptor.
He wanted to create
a most beautiful piece,
so he carefully carved his way
through us and created
nooks and creases that slowly
tore me away from you.
As he put down his tools,
all that was left was you -
his masterpiece.
While I, as a dust, drifted
with the blowing wind,
circling the earth
as I try to find my way
back to you.
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