And in a moment of clarity I realize
That we are, after all, a part of the same piece.
Words that form in my head, you speak;
My unwritten songs, you complete
Your dreams; your plots; excuses; fears;
Your thoughts; they fill up my journal.
I hum the tune you think up.
You script the scenes I imagine.
Our nightmares collide; and we weep
Together, we also deny what we are to each other.
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