schism

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  i know the pieces fit 'cause i watched them fall away
  mildewed and smoldering. fundamental differing
  pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion
  disintegrating as it goes testing our communication
  the light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
  we cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication
  
  i know the pieces fit 'cause i watched them tumble down
  no fault, none to blame it doesn't mean i don't desire to
  point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over
  to bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication
  
  the poetry that comes from the squaring off between
  and the circling is worth it
  finding beauty in the dissonance
  
  there was a time that the pieces fit, but i watched them fall away
  mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting
  i've done the math enough to know the dangers of our second guessing
  doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication
  
  cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any
  sense of compassion
  between supposed lovers/brothers
  
  i know the pieces fit [8x]