Our hearts are deceitful
But our souls aren't
If love comes , it recognizes.
But it never tells.
It allows us to find the missing piece.
No clues , but the universe will find its way---
For us to recognize a reminiscing scent from a stranger's presence. And our souls will agree----
That stranger is our missing piece.
NINIAMARIA
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