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My house and yours are not the same.

 
 
It is odd  
with so
many points  
of entry  
 
into the
human mind
(where it all
goes down)
 
through the
eyes ears
the touch
and so  
 
many parts  
of flesh;
it is odd
then that
 
we live
so very
distantly
and so
 
unentered
into each
other,
is it
 
not?
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