when a hug,
can't be frozen
and stored somewhere,
somewhere easily retrievable?
who needs a heart,
when it can be easily stolen,
and given to someone else?
who needs a soul when
you wouldn't ever know
what to do with it
or if it even exists?
who needs to live
when each we crawl closer,
unwillingly,
to our own demise?
Who needs to ponder all
these,
when you can live, love and laugh
the good things
and the bad things that happen?
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