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Looking for pieces in you,
that fit with Pieces of Me.
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U complete the incomplete me!
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Thereโs no need to ponderย
Because the magic lies in the defect,
What one has less, and other has more,
What one doesnโt possessย
Thatโs how it gets perfect,
Filling the gaps,
Through the soul map,
We would at last see for real,
That maybe โThis is the oneโ.
But thatโs how it starts,
Thatโs cliche for all love.
The real thing is after thisโฆ
Because as time goes,
We realize some holes canโt be filled.
Some holes never become whole.
Our love would be put to test,
And all ends well if we love best,
Our nest shall bloom, lest,
We would end up blamingย
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A fanatsy, an imagination!
What real is our defects,
That created an unevenness
which we canโt neglect
But our union has a conclusion,
Our uniformity and completion
We will then feel perfectย
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You and I
Neednโt even try,
We are a perfect fit
Every little bit!ย
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This puzzle is messed up.
These two pieces
clearly donโt fit together.
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letโs connect to fit the pieces
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