Every morning they sit And stare, same old fight Reliving the panorama Of the previous night One has horns and Digs his heels in The one with the halo Is vaguely my twin Good Vs the Bad And the arguing goes on Even though its my shoulders They sit upon Their weight is sometimes Very uneven I try to brush them away And hope they are leaving But I look to my left And then to my right My shoulders bear Their marks and all Their plights Forever doomed to be Pulled between Philosophies Of the halo one And the horned swine I am constantly brushing Off these shoulders of mine.Birth sign: Gemini
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