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Existence deceives.
The world is a bottle
of emotion
with the cork pulled out.
Flowing emotion.
And it mixes
and it separates.
We are oil and vinegar.
Not meant to share
and constantly being shaken.
Sharing our flavours
then going our separate ways.
And our emotion pours out
screaming for understanding.
And then the bottle is corked
And I - -
I guess I cork my share
of emotions, too...
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