We came together so easily
We talked for hours at a time
About nothing and everything at the same time
We are both very broken people
We are both like bundles of an unfinished puzzle with so many missing pieces. But when we finally found each other,
When we finally got put together,
We made the most beautiful picture.
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storms and blood
Poetrythe death of which is unknown -figured out between the lines of within these pages
