And I, have to speculate:
God himself did make us into corresponding shapes;
like puzzles pieces from the clay.
True, it may seem like a stretch.
But it's thoughts like this that catch my troubled head,
when you're away, when I am missing you to death.
They will see us waving from such great heights;
"Come down now," they'll say.
But everything looks
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