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Let us rise. 

Let us stare and get lost in what is and isn't. 

What are we? 

Who are we?

Are we two souls lost in the vastness of space?; finding ourselves here and doing what we humans do best… Use. 

You are here. 

I am here. 

Why not use each other?

Why not use one another's flesh for our own benefit? 

Why not pretend?

Close your eyes now. Pretend. 

Breathe. Clear your mind. Pretend. 

Let us be each other's sanctuary. 

Let us create that home in one another and forget you and I are the ones really here. 

Use me as I use you, to play the perfect pretend. 

I am not her. 

And you are not him. 

We both know this. 

We both except this. 

But who's to say our minds aren't creative enough to create them in each other; Visualize her in me and him in you. 

Why not pretend. 

You want her. 

I want him. 

Why not pretend we are them. 

Touch me.

Feel me. 

Am I her yet? 

I try to make you him but how can I replace his violent passion with yours. 

I'll pretend once again. 

I'll pretend he is sick. Maybe that will explain the missing fire; because of the sick cold within. 

You are now him.

I am now her. 

Let's be crazy kids and play the best pretend. 

That we are each other's lover and things will never end. 

We can now be together. We can now love hardly, deeply. 

Let us get lost in the thought of them. 

You and her; me and him.

Believe in magic. 

The more you believe, the more I become her. 

The more I know, the more I feel him. 

But now wait. 

What is this? 

Are we playing the finest pretend? 

Are we lighting the brightest fire? 

What is this we are doing now?

I am becoming hot now. 

You're sick cold turning passionately warm. 

What is happening? 

What is this taking place? 

Can it be?

Real magic? 

Can it be?

A real genuine moment? 

Can it be? 

You're really him now. 

I am really her now. 

But by no means are we playing pretend. 

By no means are you anyone but you. 

And for once I am no one but me. 

We really did it. 

Created magic. 

The purest magic. 

We did create sanctuaries within one another. 

But out of no one but ourselves. 

She doesn't matter. 

He doesn't matter. 

What now matters is us. 

Only us. 

It has always been us. 

Oh how blissful it feels to have found us.