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the point of this poem is that all we are is our life... our physical self, and our soul.
it's metaphor is the outside life and our return to our home.
it starts out probably with a drunk time at a bar, then the walk to the car. to sober up, a stop at the soda stand... then the ride home, from a passanger side viewpoint.
then we get home and sleep.
it's just about how thoughts, souls, and bodies permeate every awakened moment.
PEACE
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Twyll The ChyllTyrant
aka Verbal Kynt
aka Soul Prophet
aka Wally Wigglez
And Like That... He's Gone
The greatest trick the devil ever pulled, was convincing the world he didn't exist.
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