We will never be at par
But you never fail to make my night skies stellar

We will never dance in the same wavelength
But you make me want to swim against the current

South and North
Our ships won’t land on the same port

Black keys and white keys
But there were never grey keys

Half-empty, half-full
But not in the same glass, fool

Pineapples and liquor
You wouldn’t escape the hurl

A sucker punch in the gut
Your knees would curl

The fire’s halfway to the end of the wick
Only a drop of water to make it quit


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But lemniscate buts, ****
Here I am again gulping back my own spit