We frankly identity our errors;
we heartily feel the melodies
whispering from our mutual melancholies,
and we sensibly smile over our sensitivities.
Nobody would ever be there for you and me
to hold us this deeply except us.
We go slippery, and we are firmly sound
We are our wanderings, and we our homes
We are our curiosities;
we console each other, and
only we can cure the cores of each other.
We are this honestly bold,
and unbreakable unity, love.
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