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Sometimes ,
you meet ,
someone .
And ,
it is so clear ,
that you both click ;
and ,
on
some level ,
belong ,
together .
As
lovers .
Or ,
as
friends .
As family .
Or ,
as
something entirely different .
You just ,
w o r k ;
whether you understand each other ,
or fall in love ,
or become partners in crimes ;
you ,
just work .
You meet these ,
people ;
throughout your lifetime ;
out of nowhere ,
under the strangest of circumstances ,
and they help you to feel -
alive .
I do not know if ,
that should make me believe ,
in coincidences ,
or destiny ,
or fate ,
or blind sheer luck ,
but ,
it absolutely ,
makes me believe ,
in something .
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into her phenakistoscope
Poetry«« when her life was at a halt , an illusion of motion was created and in her dreamlike state , her reality and her imagination met and gave her a blurred vision , her phantasmagoria took birth where her soul saw dreams of a...
