the atoms familiar.
Similar is the frame,
or so it would appear.
One looks like an axe,
the other, shaped like a pear.
One smells like blood,
the other, sincere.
Surroundings are the same,
an amorous atmosphere.
Similar are the hopes,
or so it would appear.
One packs a punch,
the other cuts like a knife.
One steals from nature,
the other loans to life.
Their end is the same,
their journey co-linear.
Similar is the aim,
or so it would appear.
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