Nice to meet you, again.

Kindred souls,

we’ve been told

that we’re old souls.

I had found another,

my celestial sister.

And now I hear your voice,

your words of choice,

“I still need your teeth around my organs”

and I feel like I know you too,

though we’ve never met,

but I can’t expect

anyone to comprehend

the distinct way your words send

me to a world I remember

only in dreams.

So it seems

you are also a member

of this alternate universe

where we speak in verse

and sing to the moon.

So I listen to your song,

and my heart swoons,

as I think of another,

if he’s one of us too.

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