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Apr 2022
I wonder if any ever asked
If we are fixed by the skin
Or from the soul

If the flower is kept from its color
Or from its root

If we are born for making mankind
Or being one

Because the paint on the wall
Will vanish and the bone will perish
But our hearts are already eternal.
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