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You.
Me.

Pleasantly... strange, beautiful, one of a kind.
Between us both, beneath us both, a little, little, tiny line.
Smiles abound, frowns dissolve, all it takes,
this tiny, tiny, little thing...

Fills the gaps, the gaping cracks and aching backs.
How old we grow, its tiny glow,
keeps us warm, keeps us...

Two.
Me and you.