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Sep 2014
I,
individually divided,
we seen in dreams
together...... remaining as I wake.
Separated we desire, breathe,
the same.
A piece of a whole.
Go through through reality
and see.... obsessions, desires.... cosmetically
similar.
It is all so much simpler.
No matter
  the color or place,
face
or mother,
we....
are all the same.
wordvango
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