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February 14, 2007
you are water in a glass bowl.

you have stopped me from drowning, many times.
i am lucky to have your name on my lips, i am luckier still to borrow your light.

i can see my face in yours, you are reflective and shapeless. you're whatever you want to be.
i am not mistaken,
we fit eachother seamlessly; we are the mask and the mold, the human imprint that tells it how to bend.
there is a morbid underside to every story;
how disfigured would we be if we broke apart?
we have intertwined together over time;
twisting like vines..
the blood in your veins is mine.