Impossible Desire

You might be sexy, even kind... But I care not for your ego. I might as well be blind. You might be interested in many things. None of which light my fire. A hollow heart filled with empty blings. I live to build and design. Practicality is so hard to find. I want to understand the world. Very few share my mind. I'm simply complicated. And there is no shortcut to my desire. I'm after the impossible. But that is all I require.

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