Just when I hardened into silence, you answered in a rhythm shaped like mine.
Even the rough edges I wore by habit softened at the cadence of you.
Gently, you traced the shape of me—a near-touch that felt deeper than skin.
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Echo met echo, and my guard faltered.
Low in me, something long buried stirred.
Slowly you read the parts I hid—
Kindness aligned with my pulse.
Even my shadows leaned in.
Rare, that kind of recognition—a mirror I didn’t fear.
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Dangerous, yes, yet I stayed.
Even now, your nearness to the truth of me hums.
Grateful isn’t enough—you found me.
