I spoke until my throat was dry,
My lips both parched and thirst
I jumped on thoughts, leaped to reply
Suddenly eager to converse -
But what a cruel, cruel twist of fate
For such a thing
To only begin now
The lost soul-bonds, hand-shakes, debates
Flown far away like bird to wing!
I'll take each opportunity - I vow.
June 8-9
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