distance

distant lovers in far off lands millions of miles away

only connection is cellular devices with arteries and veins that reach far and wide.

over the oceans we fly with our souls

meeting in the Bermuda triangle where cellular devices don't seem to work 

so we use our minds to communicate inner lust and desires 

that seem to eat us out slowly like a deadly disease 

we are made to be one, intertwines with the ropes of our love. 

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