The mind seeks comfort of familiarty,
Then, pines for new things
And tries to resolve blur,
And then tries skew lines into blurbs.
The mind is a funny thing,
Suspended in body, around soul.
The heart, on the other hand,
Is brutal.
Then, pines for new things
And tries to resolve blur,
And then tries skew lines into blurbs.
The mind is a funny thing,
Suspended in body, around soul.
The heart, on the other hand,
Is brutal.
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