The Soul's Mate

Walking across the dense
I often turn around
To look for a soul
Who might be around.

I often tumble and
Bruise too often.
The mate could wait up
Just check up on my pain.

Some cheeky words of care
Would sound in wilderness,
The energy could melt the cold
And bring in some warmness.

This hope could bring out
The humans from the blubber.
Oh the morphs could finally
Rest once dug deep under.

A communion of souls
Of merriment and joy
What fun would that be
To face death like that, oy!
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