Indiana and Dub-C; it's the passion that starts us.
X shows the spot, but it's the cross that will mark us.
She's the ink on the quill of poet with the most skill
I'm the finger on the trigger of the sniper with the most kills.
She's the spark of the explosion, the aura of the supernova.
I'm the quickness in the pivot of Kobe's crossover.
She's the joy in your ecstasy and the vision in your sight.
I'm the sound in your hearing and the struggle in your plight.
She's the love in the nun. I'm trick in the switch.
She's the Rascal in the Flats. I'm the Dixie in the Chicks.
She's the White in the Zombie. I'm the Black in the Sheep.
She's the pep in your step. I'm the slumber in your sleep.
She's the color in the rainbow, the horn of the unicorn.
I'm the epitaph on the tomb, the cries of the newborn.
She's the smile on the Joker. I'm the one who tamed the shrew.
And the authors of your favorite stories? That's us, too.
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