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pyre Member
since 2008-05-16
Posts 136 |
Separation of different worlds I can see it so clearly What holds the pieces together What makes them fit Am I so different Am I strange Perhaps I breathe differently Maybe there aren't enough lashers I don't know what to say Under that umbrella of meat Does she pray, or am I prey? |
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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
I can't say I really understand what this poem means. In my tired stupor I came to my own conclusions and decided you were describing the doubt that is in all of us concerning what individuality is like for the people around us.... |
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pyre Member
since 2008-05-16
Posts 136 |
its the difference of milk and meat. you urinate milk right out while meat has protien and iron and other building blocks. and different people have different meats. pyre Does she pray, or am I prey? |
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