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While I see your face, I see not your thoughts. While I stroke your cheek, I see not your sensations. While I see a sketch, I see not the idea. While I know your beauty, I see it is skin deep. While I see the sky, I see not it's limits. Wh…
What are these bodies we cling to ? How do we know they are ours ? Do they make us ? Or do we make them ? Are these one in the same, For every cell that gets replaced For every flake of skin we shed Do we change ? Or does our changing make …