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They have their own unique language
and understand one another perfectly.
Missing words; incomplete thoughts,
yet it all seems to work as they
finish each other’s sentences.
At times even their thoughts
seem on the same wavelength;
more often than not
find themselves
dressed in the same colors
without even realizing.
After so many years together
they sound alike,
think alike;
look alike.
Their bodies,
their breathing,
even laughing at the same things
all finely in tune are they.
A melding of two spirits
into one...
one heart, one mind,
seemingly even one soul.
But it is still a fragile thing,
for in an instant,
all that has taken their lifetimes to perfect
will disappear;
and it will be very hard to let go.
Carolyn Brunelle
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