Something about
Your eyes
Never seemed right.
Chasing angels, finding
Hopeless demons.
Rain sounds soothing on my skin.
Never-ending dreams
In iridescent minds;
Could this be
It? Twin souls made of dust?
There is something in
Your heart I recognise.

Synchronicity; it must be this way.

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