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MEANDERTHAL MAN
I tried to see
the flickering flame
of candles in your eyes
but all
I could see
was my own reflection
passionately;
decidedly uncertain;
staring back at myself
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The great mirror of self in other peoples. We have the same soul, making itself appear thus as an infinity of life-profusion creating the scheme of our diversity. You have so many poems, all enjoyable.
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitutes
thank you. We often see
thank you. We often see ourselves in others and project. Thank you for reading and commenting.