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  • we connected like a key into a lost treasure chest,
    as two socks that have never been seperated through the
    process of washing clothes,
    we two fit just like a comfortable coffee cup for the hand,
    as a perfect mouthful of your favorite food.

    i have only experienced this connection twice,
    but each time i experience this fairytale encounter,
    the sock is ripped apart from it's companion with the help of
    time,
    like a calf taken away from it's mother at birth, to later become
    veil on your plate.

    it seems as though the people i connect with immediately disappear,
    like when you buy a fresh blouse and lose it amongst
    the confines of your home.

    may i find a wikihow article on how to
    preserve these sacred connections from becoming
    too good to be true kind of memories?
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