these shells we shed
for our fate is not fixed
this us yet to be is still
an us that currently grows
the hum of our heart
though wavering and fragile
has echoed in our memories
just as it will reverberate
in all our memories which time
has saved for us down the road
the shedding of these shells
strips away what we no longer need
the allure of mysterious intrigue
and glamor of intense novelty
this will all fall away into
the pools of gentle familiarity
and tender reflection of our souls
to where we no longer yearn
to get lost in each other
for we will have found ourselves
within each other
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