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A ghost king dead thrice, clad in crimson.
A god ascended thrice, donning white.
Two old souls bound to one another
Lie beside each other at night.
When they wake in the morning, they hold
The most precious thing to their soul.
Whole worlds they would cross
To keep the other from being lost.
For they have felt the numbing pain
Of reaching out to empty space.
Pray they never lose their second half,
For their missing piece is all they have.

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