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[sadie_cocopuff]

unrefined, late-night poetry:

the meeting of minds is a curious thing
faceless, voiceless, they call to one another
in the impure language of words
and if, by chance,
a synapse sparks across the gap
and the strands of thoughts tangle
if one is not careful, perhaps
two minds will brush
if only for an instant
but now the the marks are there
two minds met the other night -
yours and mine
and if we are not careful...