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Us a coin

I never really understood the phrase “my other half”
Until you became mine. 

 

How could another soul emboss the opposite side of your coin without damaging the facade. 

 

A completion of sorts, that’s what you offer. 

 

A tall cool presence to
my slight and volatile stature.

A second part to my jagged whole.

 

Which bares gifts: of muscle, and music.
Of sorts. 

 

Symphonies of soothing words that ease the completion, of this person once in parts.

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Photo by Pocky Leeon Unsplash

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