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Our Winding Paths
Our winding paths, through space and time,
Must have crossed before, your eyes first met mine.
It’s a sense that overtakes rational thought.
I know you somehow, someway.
Longer than I have known myself,
A familiar scent, that reminds me of your face.
Like I’ve held it in my hands,
Watched it while you slept
Knowing all the while
It was meant for me
