The Eternal Tribe

Innocent souls on
the verge of connecting
tossed apart by
tormenting spirits of the past.
Cables of the heart and mind
torn from their anchors swinging freely in the
air of temptation.
Comfort in the form of
placebos takes the place
of acknowledgement.
But fate has no deadline.
These souls born of the
eternal tribe are connected
at the highest level of

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