I am whirlwind and smooth sailing,
Waterspouts tall enough to disappear into a shanty heaven,
You are whirlpools and dark gray skies, embracing sailors, and dragging them into your depths
If I were to say we were opposites, it would suggest that we are no more than just two disasters coexsisting
But I have tasted the ocean floor, enough to know how much it longs to see day light
And you have seen birds fly through my towers, only to emerge on the other side and leave me empty once again.
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