Intrinsically
without the presence of inherent psychic abilities, i can see into the future.
i can see that you are now apart of me-
a puzzle piece,
and that i shall cherish you for the rest of my days.
my hand refuses to write
unless it's twin is laced with yours.
my lips refuse to speak
unless they're coerced by your own.
without you,
i am lost.
no sense of direction, purpose,
you are the light i need
to guide me through the dark.
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