Having you
Is as lucky
As having a four-leaf clover
You may be the fourth
But for the first time
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Noon in two thousand and eighteen
She was early, alone when I came in
A classroom with a four-leaf clover
I chose the last row, a seat next to her
She slashed lines in her notebook
That I once used to fill a page, too
And I just glanced at her, another me
A friend that I might have, I would see
A seat, there's always a vacant seat
Beside her, just silence for a week
We spoke, just once, a start from her
A question with a sure hidden answer
Class was dismissed, and there she waited
When she walked with me, I was adopted
Words were written, impossible to erase
To say I was lucky, rare but magical fate
Before her, I wouldn't want another one
Same style of our hair that's unplanned
She just came to me like supposed to be
A mirror as I listen when she talks to me
She's really funny, she makes me laugh
When I was alone, she was all I ever had
As much as I get her, she also gets me
She just happened, the best leaf really
We shared random stories we faced
Wherever seats we were placed
She sang a warm song to my ears
We were never apart for a year
Someone asked if we were friends
We just shrugged, we couldn't pretend
Same spirits, yet we don't know
A mythical myth, but identical souls
After years of friendship, we decided
Kindred, as we existed, we connected
The best friend that I have, that she has
Months of no words, a distance to pass
A soul of art to love, a twin bound for life
Four plus one, her number, hers is five
A beautiful leaf to adore, to remember
She's a dream, a present from September
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