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We are two of a kind, like substance and reflection
Both being and lacking. We each seek perfection
That nirvana of love and devotion amid solitude and peace.
Claws at the ready as we circle one another
And tail extended skyward, ready to strike
Lest we get too close.
Drawn by desire, as the compass to the North.
Hesitant to commit, uncertain if the other can give
Or even possesses what it is we seek.
The dance continues, tails lowered and extended
Once more. Deadly standoffs amid flurries of motion
The circle inches closer.
We are much more alike than you care to admit,
In our playfulness and our loneliness
Our dreams and our fears.
Claws clashing together we clasp each other
Unwilling to let go, lest we find no other
Yet pinching and stinging love's very essence.
In uneasy truce, we stand our ground
Unwilling to destroy or retreat, we endure
Uncertain what we have gained, or what we have killed.
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