Them
THEM
Two walking contradictions
To stubborn to bend on their convictions
Both lost, but both know the way
Both closing their eyes
As they pass each other by
Causing fate to hang it's head and cry
The invasion of the lonely
Makes them ignorant of their rarity
Both walking oxymorons
He, the calming chaos,
Her, the beautiful mess
As they drift in the sea of nothingness
Failing to realize they are so much more, no so much less
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