two broken people do not make a whole

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two broken people do not make a whole
nor does a whole person make a broken person whole

what is this yearning, this cry for an other
what is this inexorable demand for your perfect half

it's something sublime and attainable
ethereal and earthly, perfect in its imperfection

let the night be your past time
and your sunlight be my moonlight

equity but not equality
wholeness but not completion

a pearl above great price
or is it just so, before the swine?

well i say

fuck the system
take it back

i want to cut it off
pluck it from my skull

roll it into the chasm
i hate it and i can tell you do too

let's hate it together
and die in a blaze

of fiery white hopelessness
and not of their pretty white lace
and their bloody flowers.

The bells do not toll for me; they toll for thee. 

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