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We are one,
We are different
But we are one.
In deference, we
Respect individual
Variants of the same soul;
Though our chariots differ,
Draw arrows from selfsame quiver.
Though unique in flavour,
Draw at wells from Muse's core.

Which one am I? ...are you?
In essence should it really matter!?

Poetry by arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-04-02 at 00:55

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I don't know which ones we are ... and like you say, does it matter? The words you choose, the way you think, the way you put your thoughts together makes you a poet I enjoy reading.
Beautiful poem.