Tragedy of Wanderer

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Tragedy of Wanderer:

“While they thought they knew each other too well to look close enough, they laughed upon the thought of either one turning out disguised at another moment, they rather chose to ignore the asymmetry they carried beneath their symmetrical smiling faces. They considered themselves immune to the charge of being dispassionate, for their passion was overwhelming even for them and yet they could not feel the choke the night started to throw at them at random, as if to wake them up while they could not sleep anyway. Perhaps they were immersed in each other’s sweat and curled in each other’s warmth, so much that those hurried hollow touches failed to draw any attention of them. And while that newly formed void started to swallow them silently, slowly, they thought it was them in each other’s arms – careless; being cared for, Alas!”