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Our minds, so connected
Thoughts intersected
Words, together, apart

The elite of the muses
Each teasing with ruses
Poetry falls from the start

When the secrets we keep
Mysteriously speak
Opening up our hearts

Where the inner circle mingles
And words become tingles
Each poem a true work of art

From one to another
Like sister and brother
Full circle, our thoughts we impart



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