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the prise you win

When you come out
 To have the picture of the whole
 Then and then
 You miss the vision of its interior parts
 This is very natural
 And you can't have
 At a time
 Both
 The whole
 And its parts

 You can't remain
 At a time
 Both
 Full
 And half

 This is the limitation
 You, the human being , are
 Born with

 You are destined
 To be imperfect
 Incomplete

 At the end
 Dissatisfaction is the only prize
 You win

 Such is the sorry state
 Of your fate

 you are made
 to bow down

 even no one is here
to take pity on you.
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