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Into Us

I wish there were days,
That I could look into her mind,
And she into mine,
Living joyfully in the comfort of our own thoughts,
As we compensate for each other,
And know exactly what to say.

We can send cells of our body,
Into each other,
Like a link between brains,
To know what we think about each other,
When the time comes,
That we doubt our actions.

We could hold hands forever,
Knowing each other through osmosis,
Having our impulses go to both heads,
And we know what to do,
When we know what emotion fills the air.

We could stare into each others eyes,
Gaze into the wonder of us,
Watch the color of emotion in our sky,
Read it like today's paper,
But this newspaper that we read,
Is nothing but good news.

If only this were true,
If we could be in our heads,
If a piece of us is in us,
If we could hold each other,
Or If we could look into each other,
It would be so easy.

But regardless of how hard it is,
I want to try anyways,
The old fashioned way,
Of just talking,
And I hope that is what you want,
Because I know I want that now.

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