You fit into me.
Like a hook in an eye.
A fish hook. An open eye.
Quite the splendid love poem, isn't it? It reeks of failed marriage, angry exes, and sadistic/masochistic significant others. Not my cup of coffee, but what can I say, it's got a nice ring to it. It's kind of disconcerting, though, when the creepy landlord on the floor above you leaves
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