to turn to you as a complete stranger,
and I'm scared to meet your own (not that I'd have to
be scare of it)
I wish I could recall all that I felt when I
discovered that secret bond inside my brain
connecting your story with what I had known
by 'coincidence'.
(so unlucky we had that vodka in the end.
you know, the one you drank the most of
after we parted)
I wish I could look at you with fresh eyes,
those of a perfect stranger
'something told me that I'd meet you today'
in the meantime, I've been considering the
possibility of a men/women dualism, probably
for the first time of my life..
but 'everyone is the same, after all'
claimed me sometime ago
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