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Yet again it rears its ugly head.
To speak to me of unfavorable things.
Where one and one should equal one,
alas they equal two.
Two separate beings that speak of one
yet have no means to become,
the unit that they wish to be.
Sitting alone with complex thoughts
and a mix of hearts, that long for more
but have no means to evolve
for one and one they equal two
until two rings make them whole.
Without these symbols,
without this trade
one waits for one with bated breath,
but is realistic that it might never be
this one and one, becoming one
and no longer two or three.
