INTERTWINED | MINKYEBIN
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She's a little weird like me. The good kind of weird, though. I see a bit of myself in her. When we talk, it's like our minds cross, finding each other at like-minded intersections.
Maybe that's why we feel connected. Not only (do we find) our hands intertwined but our hearts and minds too.
© kwansushi, 2018
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