Jigsaw
The brain is inept at trying to divine
the creative fantasies of a noble,
at times, scheming
mind,
much less probe, from end to start,
the crimson contours of a
generous, at times, covetous
heart.
We can't fully know you and me;
like jigsaw pieces, let us seem,
at times, let us really
be!
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