Parallels

Do you find truths hidden,
buried in the words on the page?
Am I masked by the women you read?
Those who hide their heart of gold
behind a wall of stone.
I find you, layered in the prose.
He who dips his finger in the water to decide,
stirring my passions,
yet staying remarkably dry.

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