Arriving by the bucket load…hmm, we
Do not always need what we want but then
How do we measure what we need? By the amount
Of want, the number of wishes?
Isn’t it ironic that wishes are their own
Undoing, we expose our vulnerabilities by
Expressing our wishes, dreams, darkest desires.
So many sighs of longing, a gentle breeze all
The way around the world, never ending or ceasing
To be, our wishes are at the peak of the tallest
Mountain and are at the bottom of the deepest seas.

It is time to add another wish to the never ending
Stream; you. I wish for you, that is to say the other me.


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