A gold ring glittering on manicured hands
a wooden bowl in a Zulu hut
seashells still smelling of salt around the neck of a Polynesian
sleeping bag wrapped around the shoulders of a homeless.
All different personal belongings;
each precious for the owner, enriching their lives.
Strip them all;
only human bodies regardless of color, age, gender.
They all eat, sleep, fuck; all laugh, cry and die.
Just the same...

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