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"who are you, really?"

and the moon speaks again
Apr 23, 2021
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The intimacy

of you

lying there

as I gaze inside of you

is much more than

the intimacy

of me

standing there

as I gaze inside of your blue eyes.

You were once

something

now you are

still

something,

but no longer

Someone-

what are the things that make us human,

are they the glimmer or the upturned lips,

are they the accomplishments and the trophies,

or are they the raw flesh, the suit, the bones?

Who are you,

really?

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