The heart's flighty in it's pathetic sense The mind's caught up in it's own perfection The mind doesn't find the purpose in the heart's gibberish The heart is empathetically stumped be the crevices of the mind One talks pig latin the other Greek There's never understanding I speak one quite readily and cringe for the other This is not the place for meBirth sign: Gemini
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