An infusion of me

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Outstretched arms
Beyond the looking glass
As if passing through ripples of water.  
Drawing with fingertips
On the blurry reflection emerging :
An infusion of each other into each other.
Follow the yellow brick road
On the curves of smiles,
Magnets of eyes,
Lines of hair on maps of skin.
Until I read you
Like Braille.

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