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The Mute Beauty of Souls
She'd spent years
Split into spirit and body
Looking at herself
Painfully self-aware
The physical would face her spirit
At the dining table
She'd float above herself sleeping
Watching her body and her dreams
Like one watches a surveillance camera
Relishing the irony
That she was only united during orgasm
At that brief pause of her heart
She pitied the unified people
Who'd only get to see
The mute beauty of souls
When death untethered their two elements
