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Tears of Joy

With the Gods shedding tears of joy
As they witnessed two souls in pristine indulgence
She ran into the covers of his arms
As if it was her cocoon, her shell, her happy home
He held her like there was no tomorrow
Like he never wanted to let go
She looked up into his eyes
As she felt his lips close against hers
Filling a void, closing a gap, turning their being into one...
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