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There's two types of love

The one that oppose:

The darkness to your sun,

The toughness and your light

Difference calls to one another.

The one that orbits:

A familiar feeling by your side

The one which keeps you to the ground

The one which understands and knows you.

But he's the two at the time

He takes me a place I feel safe

But it's what I write, not what is true

What I know is that you take me somewhere through

Places I don't know quite yet

But somewhere, futures where you take me with you

I know that no matter where I go you're my anchor

Anchor to this place, to you

This town, and more

No matter how far I'll go

I have a piece of you with me, in me

To put on a show



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