Our minds are closer than you think. You'd imagine skies and I'd imagine flying. You'd imagine freestyle and I'd imagine falling. You'd imagine honeybees and I'd imagine flowers, and you'd say, "Stop, trespasser!" because you don't know me. But I know you. Oh boy, do I know you. I know you like the back of my hand. I know you like me. I know the curve of your hand, the small of your back because I've memorized how you walk and talk. And think. Because you're there and I'm right here.
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