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Reincarnation of we

Reincarnation of we

The pen 
I use
Today
To
Write this
Poem
May be
The plastic
Trim
That 
Coats 
My microwave 
Tomorrow

Objects
People
Animals
Plants
And
Even
Words
Stream
Through
Our
Reality
Continuously 
There
Is
No
End
To
The
Cycle
Of
Reincarnation 

We just
Flow........

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Being Me

What goes around comes around!  And you are right.  Long before the popularity of up cycling came to be a thing and long before recycling became the norm, all sorts of things were 're hashed'.... Most notably stories... Which in turn meant films. We've always done it. Perhaps our souls are older than our bodies and upon death we will be reincarnated ourselves... Who knows? I hope so, it's kind of exciting x

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Marion

That pen probably ended up on the mislaid pen planet, there are also planets for odd socks and keys? seriously deep write...I love it. It comforts me to know small and useless objects will get a second chance at life. There is hope for us all..?

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