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Which are We?

We tend to think
That our body
Is who we are

But truly
We are simply
A brain

Being slowly
Suffocated
In this body

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Opioid

Her touch was like *****;
Relieving him of his pain
And dulling his mind

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The snow had began to fall
And he could feel
The soft flakes
Kissing his red cheeks

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Secrets Hidden in the Library

Kisses were stolen among the
Shelves of the library

The spines of books the only witnesses
to clumsy yet ardent mouths

They watched, standing as silent sentinels
As we fell deeper into the web of each other