together to the highest states of bliss.
To share a touch of love within a kiss.
The balance set. It seemed so right.
As if we two had taken flight.
In sync with every particle of air.
Enchanted by the presence that we were.
It happened in the spaces in between.
Where happiness spoke brightly in a dream.
He dared the force. The chance was lost.
The particles exploded everywhere.
The distance then began to speak
of depths beneath the highest peaks.
He built a wall. To cling, to fall.
She suffered him into his history...
? Michaelette ?
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