One hundred percent
Split down the center
Half of me and
Half of you
Shared space for spills
But always
One hundred percent
When you’re thirsty
I spare a sip
When you’re drowning
I take on the current
When you’re hungry
I count out my grains.
When my well runs dry
I know you’d be there
With buckets to fill me up
Because when I am less than half
I have you to make sure
We’re one hundred percent
I’d be happy with half for the rest of my life
If it meant you would be my other
Half of one hundred percent.
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