What do you feel? He asked her.
What I feel is what you feel. She answered.
What do I feel? He queried.
She answered, 'You feel; a leapord roaming to attack that which is wrong.
A horse galloping to win that which others think you cannot achieve, a butterfly looking for a safe haven, for warmth, but only if you find it. You feel a dove pretty on the outside but wild on the inside: for safety.
I feel what you feel, but what I feel you cannot feel,
why?
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.......what you feel is not-real.....the not-real is what we make up.
appears it is a state of the mind? madness?
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