I say up you say down, I say black you say white.
Your are eloquent, I stumble over my words.
Your are cultured, I am immature.
I am a hopeless romantic, you are a realist.
Two mismatched pieces of a puzzle, I try to pull together.
I twist and contort to fit with you, for our souls to interlock,
yet we disconnect...
Still I contemplate........
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