(this is an idea. it may or may not be developed later)
he looked at her with vacant eyes.
she looked at him with a crumbling heart.
they had once known each other truly and deeply.
no they are strangers merely sitting in the same room.
their lips touch and their arms embrace, but a mountain range and a wide river separate their heavy souls.
her eyes are waning like the moon.
his spirit is dying like the sun.
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