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Whence slips the mind..in increments..
Unnoticed..yet increasing..
Losing that which makes one.. one..
So slowly..so deceiving..
Deceiving to the viewers.. loved ones..
Confusing..till the end
Deceiving to the one beset
Forgetting...all the friends
Alone in mind..yet full of living
A donuts missing hole
What makes our we is more than flesh
But is our mind our soul?
The flesh..bereft of life\'s learned ways
Shorn of what makes we
Tis but a gourd...last drops been poured
And now...the soul...?
Be free