My Other Self
P Patti Masterman
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In that other place where we dwell together,
I laugh and touch your hands, your face:
It's true that our two hearts there, tethered
Forget their worries for some brief space.
In that hidden world there is no distance;
No miles to thwart our every scheme.
In your clasp there, love, I know I'd dance
Pure joy to see your sweet smile beam.
Would that we could stay forever;
Would that we must never leave-
But naught dwells here can ever sever
The other world to which we cleave.
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