Two souls that merged to create a penrose love turning and curling one form right another form left but one direction the same to be away and drained of closeness but save a memory a favorite scent to fill my breaths with perhaps the escher-esque reality which alone is an obscurity since we know very few like us remain if at all So to fill the role of life inhaled to breathe another's air to exhale and birth hope for ages to come never forgetting where it had come from that original penrose your heart holding mine is where life begins.

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