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The Dilemma

From whence shall I wrench memories,
from whence shall I find the source?
When fibers of your being swallow my soul,
there is no need for a discourse.

Togetherness is a mere excuse;
separation was never a quandary.
There never were two to begin with,
For being one was the cause of misery.

Dedicated to that wizard of heartstrings, Rumi.
Written by glimpsesoflucidity
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