A Feeling Converted by Time
Neither the pungent smells,
nor the keepsakes,
will conjure up the memories they've absorbed.
Taunting pictures
are present fixtures
but will fall off the walls with weather.
Swopped saliva
staining two mouths
will shed completely as the skin does.
If each being had a mate-
only one in fate-
mistakes would create a tangent.
A soul mate defined
is any mind
that can sucessfully coexist with another.
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