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Your heart
holds mine,
our differences fitting
seamless, halves
made whole. Stranger
I know by heart,
your strength and faith
kiss my neck and
rearrange the
constellations of
my stars, giving
me new history.
My heart crowds
around me, pushing
down my stomach,
strangling my tongue,
and tells my eyes
to close, feel my way,
tightrope walker
arms outstretched,
to you.
Like a childhood game
of Trust, I
fall to let you
catch me,
our fingers
touch and hold.
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