distance
distant lovers in far off lands millions of miles away
only connection is cellular devices with arteries and veins that reach far and wide.
over the oceans we fly with our souls
meeting in the Bermuda triangle where cellular devices don't seem to work
so we use our minds to communicate inner lust and desires
that seem to eat us out slowly like a deadly disease
we are made to be one, intertwines with the ropes of our love.
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