I picture what I think you are,
perhaps you picture me,
An intriguing game for both of us
for someone we cant see.
So for this friendship we posess,
we owe this mail a debt,
Perhaps the charm lies in the fact
that we have never met.
Although you are a friend of mine
and letters we exchange,
I wouldn't know you on the street,
and doesn't that seem strange?
You hold a place within my life,
unusual and unique,
We share ideas and special dreams,
and still,we do not speak.
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