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We died in fire, yet time unspool’d anew;
Our souls, once twain, in one frail form are bound.
I wake, and feel thee whisper through my view—
Thy thought within my pulse, thy voice my sound.“Art thou within?” I ask. Aye, ever near,
Thou murmur’st soft, where silence should have been.
Two hearts in one, yet neither sole nor clear,
Our breath a mingled ghost beneath one skin.We war within, we soothe, we laugh, we grieve;
Our yesterdays entwined, our morrows crossed.
Though death did part, life weaveth no reprieve—
We live as one, yet know what we have lost.