hung up in the ivy
evelyn rose/golden hind/woodland fairy/lover of my creator and lover of/creating/welcome to the clouds of my right brain

I am thinking it’s a sign that the freckles
In our eyes are mirror images and when we kiss they’re perfectly aligned
And I have to speculate that God himself did make us into corresponding shapes like puzzle pieces from the clay
True, it may seem like a stretch, but
Its thoughts like this that catch my troubled head when you’re away when I am missing you to death

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