Life as a shadow,
opposites attract,
the sun rarely sees the moon,
broken hearts stay intact.
Fire rages on water,
we're living in the past,
the utilization of force to make peace,
knowing answers from questions we never asked.
We are alone,
finding the even odds,
love's imperfect perfection,
is easier than finding God.
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