We showed up again, still bleeding

Fresh from the amputation we went

Through, we smiled as we saw us in

Us, that was our six of pentacles, an

Uneasiness of purity

Again, we went apart, to again trust

Each other, to wait, to grow alone

It was seven of pentacles, we saw our

Growing ego of wait and wait until

It became paitence

We had to grow and flourish, with our

Souls divine, the eight of pentacles

Know each other through our pieces

It was training, preparation to be

Together unbreakable

It's overtime, but we don't long for

Each other, we manifest our reality

Through our inner world of union,

That's our nine of pentacles, being

Established individuals

It's time, we think we ain't ready, but

We came all the way from step one

It's time for our ten of pentacles, to

Bring balance to each other in love

Peace and harmony

Your grateful author,

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