A soulmate?...I have a taste of some one like that in my life, a hint, a gossamer thread drifting through the darkness in my mind, gently tossed from side to side by the winds of my soul...translucent and glowing, it gently carresses my heart, warming it for a single moment, then quietly floats on, for it has many hearts to touch, and mine isnt meant to be the last.
Its a Dream.
Life, in all its Joy and its deepest suffering, From the sacrosanct to the most profane, It is all a work of art, A work in progress, true, Sometimes Beautiful, sometimes ugly, But art all the same.
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