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We tend to reach for one another’s care
While by ourselves we grow recluse and cold.
We complement, though compliments are rare
And never do we let our hearts unfold.
Before you move with me into this space
I need to know how serious you are.
You bring these boxes with you every place
And I’m not sure if those can go so far.