sad eyes look upon sad eyes,
an open heart plays closed in both people,
they know it, but don't like it, they're one in the same,
two hearts, thump the same beating, pacing, thump cycle,
it makes sense, how couldn't it?
they're realistically cut from the same cloth,
at least parts, many parts of them, at least half,
two cloths intertwined to make the child come to life,
the cloth of two combined and one heart beats,
perfectly yet imperfectly in-sync, yet just slightly out of sync,
two the parents, a third the child,
no one questions how of why they would be so much the same.
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