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Feb 2015
How can you be so perfect?
To find someone made by the same cut
Made of the same dust
You could call us lucky
But what does luck know of love?
What does luck know of anything?

It doesn’t know how you smile
And how I melt
It knows nothing of your sighs
When I scratch your back,
The light in your eyes
When I make you laugh,
And how we fit together?

That’s only for us
Because we do.

It is ours to keep secret
It is ours to have
It is ours to proclaim to the nothingness
And everywhere if we choose
Because it belongs to us

Because we are of the same

Because you are mine
And I am yours
As we have always been
It cannot exist with anyone else
This is it
This is love
This is perfect
We are found
Written by
Miya
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