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I don't think souls are real Lest if I did , I think Whatever our souls are made of Yours and mine would be the same OR As different as a moonbeam from lightning Or frost from fire I don't think destiny is written But if it were, I'd believe Whatever our paths are paved with Yours and mine would align OR As divergent as a ripple from a wave Or the river flow from the mountain's peak I don't think silence speaks But if it did, I'd hear Whatever our silences are steeped in Yours and mine would blend OR As different as mist from fog Or a whisper from a roar I don't think this is the poems end But if it was Oh wait it is ! Did I say it all? OR Made no sense after all When does it stop ? With us I mean Or begin... -Lord Conejoh