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i really feel alive
when the mix of me
and you
fills my eyes
and i can fill my hand
with your hair
my mouth
with your breath

there isn't a more complete circle
than the one we form
from beginning to end
you and I
to live, to die
wrapped in each other's sighs
complete and right.

it was you
who made sense of me
when i was just making time
in a glass covered world
wondering where my heart was.

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