it takes time
but we learn to prefect who we aren't.
we
embrace whatever style suits our
fancy
for the day or night.
we listens and absorb
those around us, their words,
their light.
we make ourselves, like clay,
into something
less ordinary, less slight.
thinking
if I behave this way,
all things
will be right,
and yet
still it's not who we are.
that
is rarely seen.
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