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Everyone
I am not one, not two, nor three personalities,
but more than could be counted.
I belong to babbling friends.
Hear us fill the hollow hallways.
I belong to the squeal.
From the squeaky chair in a “safe place”.
I belong to the salty beads
rolling down rosy, pore-filled armour.
I am not from the geeks.
Those who proclaim their intelligence.
I belong to the freaks.
Ones who collect at lunch.
I belong to the voice under the Friday Night Lights.
My face washed out to a pale mush.
I belong to wasted gas polluting skies, but for what?
Back and forth I go with double of everything.
I belong to all kinds of people who come together.
I am a mixture of sweet, salty, spicy, and oftentimes sour.
I belong to her and him—
Friendship has zero limits
I belong to a dark endless sky
With hints of sparkles here and there
I belong to hundreds
because it’s who I am.
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