The soul which touches soul
is alone with our minds
can't wait one more moment
when it sometimes combines.
i have seen you taste your blood
it's like tasting your soul
it has to touch it somehow
in order to make it flow.
i have seen the dark shadows
strike your face
could not make out your expression
the find structure you can't replace.
maybe your expression was a pout
maybe cold and new
or was it meant to shout?
you left before i had a clue.

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