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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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