I flattened my palm against yours to see if we were compatible.
My hand was dwarfed by yours.
"Are we compatible?" you ask.
"You feel familiar,
like a memory.
Comfortable.
Like shoes,
with worn in soles.
Like a dream,
that became reality."
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
I flattened my palm against yours to see if we were compatible.
My hand was dwarfed by yours.
"Are we compatible?" you ask.
"You feel familiar,
like a memory.
Comfortable.
Like shoes,
with worn in soles.
Like a dream,
that became reality."
...............................................Yes.
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