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Nov 2012
It's funny that I can so clearly see
The soul you deny you have,
Shining brightly through
Your ocean eyes
And peeking through corners of your smile.
And the softness in your voice
Has such spiritual undertones.
I cannot believe
You are merely skin and bone.


But What do you see?

If all I am is a rush of dopamine,
I wonder why you put up with me
When so many others could facilitate
the same purpose.

How can you love me and
Say that I am nothing?

Mr. Materialist,
What do you mean?
Materialist in this sense does not refer to an economic ideology, but rather to the philosophical premise that there is  nothing that exists beyond the physical world. Your mind is your brain and the soul does not exist.
Courier Pigeon
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