My love and I are attached at The hip. You will not find one of us Without the other close beside – For my love and I share a soul. If some jealous zealot were to rip us from the Comfort of each other’s embrace, we just need follow The magnetic pull of the otherContinue reading “Art piece poem: The Lovers, René Magritte”
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