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Chain, Rope and a Collar,
Closer, just a bit closer, caught you,
Collar around your neck, Chained up, under control.
Mind, Body and Soul, Soon to follow,
All to lessen my sorrow.

My wish, Your duty.
I control, You will follow.

Just a touch, slowly filling the holes the past has made.
Just a few words with you, makes the warmth come trough.
Words turn into sentences, sentences turn into conversations,
Conversations, which set new destinations.
Destinations, towards great adventures
Adventures, adventures with you, towards greater understanding between our worlds, minds, even bodies.
There is a connection, found trough the massive junctions of the universe.
A Connection, Slowly turning into a bond between two greater minds and mights.