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RE: On Characters and Identity [Unintended Poem]
A man is but a woman,
in words and hidden feelings.
closer and closer we reach,
until we cannot be torn.
divinity resumes,
in every sentient being.
A man is but a woman,
in words and hidden feelings.
closer and closer we reach,
until we cannot be torn.
divinity resumes,
in every sentient being.