| When I was with you we were an estuary
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| I don’t know if I come from the river or the sea
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| All I know is you are both my opposite and my reflection
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| And where we meet, all salt and mouth and convergence
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| We were the meeting point of a mountain and a valley
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| From a distance it is clear that we are inverted forms of one another
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| Should our mountain crumble it would fill the valley to our brim
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| Creating flatland where there was once chaos
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| But until that beautiful collapse we wonder where you begin and I end
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| We were two bodies running out of room in this world
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| We carved space in ourselves for the other to borrow
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| For the other to burrow
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| I wake up sometimes with ghost traces of your lips on my bones
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| And my arms holding your phantom frame as you drift away
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| We were roots and soil, the splendor of a tide pool, we were giants
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| But for now we can’t swallow the things that separate us
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| Lioness, please grab me again by the scruff of my neck
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| And lick the wounds I’ve made trying to taste my own blood |