As the stars turn above us, 

Your head upon my chest.

Your skin pressed against mine

Our bodies made to rest

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I lose the line between who we are 

Because 

Who are you ?

And who is she ?

As the stars turn above us 

Is it really important? 

The “who are we?”

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You are the missing piece 

That was unknowingly broken off of my soul 

.

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I was the missing piece 

that made your body whole 

.

.

You are the part of me 

That I didn’t know I needed 

.

.

I was the part of you 

That you needed to believe in 

.

.

As the stars turn above us 

And we wonder 

“Who are we?” 

.

.

Just know that we are two bodies 

Who are just 

Meant to be 

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