Soul Mate
As the smell of fresh leather prefumed the air I watch as my soulmate was being made.
She had every lace I have, every curve i have, and yet she is my complete opposite
I watch as she is checked for inperfections but i know there is none for we are one and yet complete opposites. we have the shape, color, texture, and size and even have the same soul and yet we are complete opposites . we will never need another for we where made for each other.
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