We wax and wane.
We are like two halves of a whole.
We pass each other and smile, or touch, or peck.
We cook for each other.
We talk-we understand so much.
Perhaps it is our age?
We are pressed against each other.
We are like children.
Yet, wise and passionate.
Others look.
Some confused.
Some with bowed heads.
No matter!
Is there anyone else in the world?
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