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Apr 2013
We are cut from the same apple
But I don’t even like apples
And you prefer pears

Regardless of fruit,
I believe that we go well together
You’re the apple of my eye

I see myself in you
When you’re fumbling your words,
Or tripping over air
Honestly though, I don’t care
I’ve embraced the flaws of the human race

I remember how nervous you were,
And how nervous I always am
That night we dove into each others arms
We didn’t look back as we woke up in the ocean

You moved the hair from my eyes
And I saw clearly
Perhaps, blurrier than before
What I knew all along
Didn’t matter anymore
Inspired from a good friend of mine who told me that me and a crush are "cut from the same apple", that we are very similar, and that it was a good thing. I hadn't heard it phrased like this, and I thought it was interesting. I decided to write about it.
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