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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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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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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

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