Slightly DifferentA Poem by FaeryQueenotsThere is something about the way things are And how we never seem to catch the unfortunate just as
they are about to die Because when they die, they are of no more material
value to us Their bodies’ are gone; therefore, they mean nothing to
us but just a memory They are only a memory when they die Nothing more But to some of us They mean something extraordinary Although their beliefs try and deceive logic in a sense Logically and practically these beliefs are nothing but
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