I am thinking it's a sign
that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images
and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned.
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 it's thoughts like this that catch my troubled head when you're away
when I am missing you to death.
"Our imperfections are so perfect for eachother."
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