How did we ever get this perfect?
The truth?
We never did; we were always perfect.
The truth.
We fit together like two pieces of the same torn log.
A piece of wood, ripped in two.
We fit so snugly, one would never know the two logs.
Never to know we were once two.
Our veins now entwined once again, so tightly knit,
No sign of a seperation visible.
Our love now so strongly bonded together, no skit.
Now only an eternal love visible.
We are now one.
We are the same.
We are a unit.
We are a knot.
I live for you.
You live for me.
I love only you.
You love only me.
This love is true.
This is our truth.
This love is in me.
This will set us free.
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