In Class Poem | 19th of June '17

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View not with your eyes,

instead with your soul.

Love me not from fear,

for I am her who makes you whole.

Their two beings with in us, 

of which we let not out.

Confined and silenced,

mere instinct shown out.

We deduce we are,

of which they assume.

Ergo from nothing,

that person we exhume.

Vacuously we dread we'll never be that of bliss.

For we lack the simplest of self consciousness.