Like a new chap in the making,
I wake up every morn,
With a zillion cells of mine dead,
And a zillion new ones reborn;
So am I essentially the same me,
That hours ago went to bed,
Or merely a new flesh,
Of a yesterperson half alive half dead?
With memories of a me in relay,
In seemingly long iterations,
Perpetuating another day,
Through survival tools and actions.
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Make me part of your eventful days, And tell me ' bout your nightly dreams; Let me laugh with your joy, And partake in your screams....
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The most divided is human kind Of nature's many a miniature force, The most ambitious by any measure In the pursuit of a grander...
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Gentle plateaux and a little spike My history is a divided past, I am not, and there I was! And here, back to am, at last! Of the ...
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