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Boon
Body is purified by water
Ego appeased by tears,
Disgust a-past overlooking

Alas, of loneliness,
Thy be with someone, yet compassion less,
In each other's presence, hearts distant still,
Holding hands yet worlds apart it seems

Eyes that meets yet fails to heal,
Words nattered with lack of remorse
Yet to perceive love on this orb lost in haze of reflections, just to feel compassionate again
Shall I travel to dreams Where loneliness fades, and souls truly meet?
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