<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=582174" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>We Can Sing The Same Songs</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">we can sing each other the same songs<br>on the radio.<br>meaning overwhelms reality <br>sometimes. <br>magic circumvents <br>identity.<br>i could believe that i was made for him...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i could believe he summonsed me, <br>called me forth, a spirit; <br>forth from some abyss <br>to do his bidding, <br>forth from my stone crysalis <br>to become<br>what he might need.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i could believe that i'm some kind <br>of human robot he has had designed, <br>with cutting edge technology, <br>complete with <br>programmed memories of the past <br>and poloroids in hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i could believe that he sought me, <br>that he chose me, <br>that somehow he owns me; <br>like the earth owns the moon, <br>like the sky owns the stars.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">he holds me, like a gift that is<br>still in it's wrappings<br>as tho yet undecided...to open or not<br>i could believe <br>most anything, <br>it seems. i've seen it all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i've seen identity and will<br>become abandon in a glance.<br>my mind relents <br>allowing space and time <br>for broader circumstance <br>as bliss takes on the garment<br>of belonging.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we can sing each other the same songs on the radio, <br>meaning overwhelms reality, <br>sometimes.<br>magic circumvents <br>identity<br>i could believe that he belongs to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Moon+Batchelder">Moon Batchelder</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=582174" data-title="We Can Sing The Same Songs de Moon Batchelder" data-description="we can sing each other the same songs on the radio. meaning overwhelms reality sometimes. magic circumvents identity. i could believe that i was made for him... i could believe he summonsed me, called me forth, a spirit; forth from some abys..."></div> </div> </div>

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