I am a man of extremes,
I don’t understand things in between, mediocrity never suits my way,
nor can I be confined to one place

I don’t love anything in pieces,
nor do I hide my emotions in a shroud,
my eyes speak my heart with a scream,
for I am a man of extremes

And when I embrace any soul,
I don’t do it with preconceived notions,
I love without boundaries,
for I am a man of extremes

And if I decide to shed away
no reminiscence linger
to trail any shadow of mine
I don’t believe in residual regrets,
for I am a man of extremes

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