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Two souls

Two unknown lovers

In the middle

Of the

Mystic tide

Tied by the

Moira’s touch

In a play

Of reverie

No victims

No quarries

But fain   souls

Slaved by their free will

Heading to the

Belter’s lair

No need to

Ponder

No need to fathom

Snags of karma

Have spoken again

Affirmed out loud

By their druthers

No innuendos

To adhere

No swindles

To follow

The truth

Silences

The bickering voices…

The moira’s touch

Prevails…