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I see you
I know how you are

People may seem to be other than what they truly are
But you are not

I understand your past
I understand your pain
I understand your mannerisms

I see you
Do you see me?
The endless truth that

This world is painfully crude

My reality

Made possible by something

I do not wish for at all
This is a tanka poem based on a theme from “Separate Ways."

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