Perspective
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So this poem was written with a particular picture in mind, but when I showed it to friends without the relevant picture, they all guessed it to be something else. I found it intriguing, how abstraction takes different people to different worlds.
So by all means, please do read this, and tell me what you think it is about.
Happy reading!
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