I'd love your critique's on this... Oh, it's currently unnamed...
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Our Souls flit along,
Like a snowflake on the breeze.
Carried by joy,
We create our matrix.
Mimicking all we see,
Yet different to the core.
I sometime's wonder,
As I watch them drift.
Can a snowflake can see the others?
Can it feel their presence
Bringing peace with the sense?
Or does it feel alone.
Unloved in an apathetic universe
As it falls to rest
Upon the lifeless bodies
Of all it's kindred?
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So, whatcha think?


