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Quarantine

It’s another day.
They come and go.
Both breathe heavy,
But calm and slow.
It’s been a difficult one,
This day, even though so bright.
The mind is looking left,
While the heart beats right.

Back and forth,
A push and a pull.
The mind wants to be empty,
The heart wants to stay full.
It tries to push the mind,
To go beyond the edge
The heart gets pulled along,
And they’re both on the ledge.

Side by side, scared,
They hold hands as they fight.
Who really wins?
If one disappears into the night.
A detriment to each other,
These two pieces of art.
So much animosity,
Time to keep them apart.

So we quarantine the heart.
And we isolate the mind.
No more battles inside.
No more bodies to find.
I now feel so empty.
I now feel so blue.
The mind starts to feel,
The heart starts to reason through.


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