Our Language

She loved him with a messy heart
He hugged her with fragile bones
She touched him with scarred hands
He kissed her with bruised lips
They whispered all their flaws
Found how contrasting souls they were
Yet so incomplete without each other
Like the day and the night
The sun and the moon
Hearts within a heart
Bones of the same clay

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