you entered our space
with your holy grace
illuminated, even,
and even kept pace.
witty rapport
back and forth
flirting galore -
a second birth.
the ego is dead
but pulsing alive
throbbing and guilty
of picking a side
and though it's the worst
this time is brand new
i think we found our tape
no, we've found our glue.
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