we speak the same language.
we are of the same species, cut
from the same cloth.
our lives are two parallel lines
running side by side,
never in an infinity of years
would we ever
cross.
she starts a sentence, I finish.
I search for a word,
she gives one to me.
soul twins, perhaps.
life mates, who knows. but for
now,
we'll settle for a conversation
well said, and accept it for that.
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