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The soars and groans of stanzas written between us make a bridge and we cross it. We are two pilgrim parts and we make something whole only when we stand side by side. Your hair makes mine longer. My eyes make yours bluer. We are complimentary angles and the harmony and the melody and you are the one who holds me up now. You are the only one who holds me up now. You are all I want holding me up now.