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Perhaps I see you most clearly
For at other times, in other ways, my vision
Is clouded by the veil of your presence and touch.
The tall, angular shape of you
Creates a cloud that recognizes not
The differences and the distances
Between us, wider now than ever.
Will not, can not, bridge the gap
That rents the fabric of our being
And pushes us ever further apart.
Across the chasm of our determination.
Each unwilling, somehow unable
To step into the other's world.
Their opposite visions of reality.
Hardened by, forced by currents
That tear them away from each other.
Both our worlds are darker places
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