Need someone to see past my facade for
When the tides hit, all of me will
Be with it not just shatters of
Diamond dust catching
The floor, but
Shatters of butterflies
Filling the room
Where all my
             Creativity
                         Can flourish
And satisfy every ounce
Of my well being                        
Into a single fire                                  
         That is rich in every color of my soul...
And yet,
Everywhere I look you’re not there
But a replica of you with each different
Mask that I come upon is a
                                                               fake      
A fake that either wants me or wants me...
Because of my body or physically
Life lesson or misunderstanding...

and then you  have the ones that
Are pure as gold that sees right through
Your soul that has that deep connection and can hold a good conversation,
But the good thing about it
Is that no matter where
You are in the
Universe
I know
That I  
Am
Not
A
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o
n
e
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