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poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

The Nuptial Bed
A chance meeting of the eyes. Their souls touch - if ever so briefly. The world disappears about them. He swallows her in voraciously, losing self. A collective soul, desolate in its company, ever thirsting, ever drinking. Door slams. Can't remember her name. [6-V-98]
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