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My Gemini heart
Has always
Chased the end
Of rainbows.
Firmly sure
There is something
More,
To life
Than this.
I'm the patron saint
Of More, Better, Newer.
Of fresh starts
And greener grass.
You would think
This poem would be
About loving contentment
In the end.
Instead, I'm promising
A pot of gold
At the end
Of the rainbow
There, where
The grass is greener.
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