Soul Tie
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My eyes are blue,
And his are brown.
His hands are tan,
While mine are pink.
He's oh-so-strong,
I'm somewhat frail.
A funny guy,
He's also shy.
While I'm the more outgoing one.
We think of each other
Simultaneously,
And then he phones me.
We feel the same things.
It seems we're connected
By an invisible thread.
Must be a soul-tie.
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