Two Of The Same

I know you'd be warm, the arms of the summer.
Across me held tightly, a safe and soft whisper.
The darkness there, yes, the harsh figures and edges.
A special place inside our ears for any hard melody.
But I know you'd be warm, I know you'd be soft.
A gentle day in your eyes, to stay between trees.
I've seen pieces of you, do you ever look for me?

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