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soul mates

I couldn’t stand the thought of leaving
Or staying. I’d die torn apart by doubt.
While a fair skin caressed my face,
I longed for his darkness and rough.
‘Let the wind guide you, Cathy’, dad said
But I am blown by fear, blown by grief,
Blown by a love, I can’t and mustn’t feel.
So I let my heart harden and my soul float
And the tenderness of the fair weather tame me.
Until, my gypsy dark and violent sin
Came to claim me back: ‘But, Heathcliff,
I can’t be yours, not then, not anymore!’
But he’d always possess me, body and soul
So again I let myself be wind-blown…

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