Another Poem About Identity poetry life is being one with all others and objects I am, no is not my own perception’s skewed by your image of my whole existence Share this: Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...
Funny I deleted my last poem, you wrote this one about identity, and I replaced my previous one with a poem about identity.
i found mine in a bucket… i think the bucket was used for something related to trash in its former life. but my identity didn’t seem used at the time.
Funny I deleted my last poem, you wrote this one about identity, and I replaced my previous one with a poem about identity.
i like this topic as i constantly am striving to discover my own.
i found mine in a bucket… i think the bucket was used for something related to trash in its former life.
but my identity didn’t seem used at the time.
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i found this to be a well-formed comment on language and perception.
Thanks, Dustus