How do you hear my thoughts
before I speak them out loud?
How do you manage
to spit out the words
just as they were
untangling themselves
from my twisted tongue?
Could it be
that my soul skips from my body
and gets trapped into yours,
as the sun lights up
your part of the sky?
And travels back to mine
as you stumble into
a deep slumber?
Could it be that my dreams
are how your waking life seems?
For I couldn't think
of any other reason than
we are of a single soul
that was torn apart;
and both halves were meant
to wander on separate directions
but destined to meet again.
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