you...
we walk the same earth,
breathe the same air,
and feel the same feelings.
my feet have stepped exactly where yours have,
and your hydrogen deoxide has passed through my lungs.
my hearts aches and longings match your precisely.
though, we're like two puzzel peices with one painting across us we share,
our contact has been further limited.
moments away from crashing together,
this small world is so large.
one day, rather near than afar,
we will collide
and our painting shall be whole.
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