What we are


There are over whelming possibilities
That all we merely are is flesh

But we all so happen to be a misleading book skin
The worn button to favored jeans
& the traces of erased phrases

Also the filling to boxed chocolates
& the sun bleached window drapes
Each different with our own rugged journey

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