You anonymously stated your words to me today,
Reflecting on our farewell and the going apart on our way.
As our conversation progressed, intuition you coupled with what I shared of myself,
At that point you knew I was not just anyone, you do so caringly now secretly profess.
I've long felt a sparsile star, not included in any human constellation,
My life lived too often as a hermit, characterized by apanthropinization.
My words stated in prose, you find heartfelt and your soul becomes stirred,
Blessed are you for having this glimpse, you so boldly just inferred.
The memories for two, are not always similar in strength,
But the purpose of connecting, never the less is equal in wealth.
The great cosmogyral peregrinations of how we engage, follow universal laws,
We are attracted to one another for a reason, season or lifetime, via sliding doors.
Esomenic properties in a brief conversation are not really to be found,
So if I might quaeritate, why cannot we now in more crebrity speak?
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