different,
i cartwheel past,
berry-like
me a scab on your khaki eye
after all
your memory remembers to nudge you
whispering how to eyeball
and sum me, kah-ching
ages before I lept into your view
funny, the weight of hypocrisy
feathery with the heavy of a train
there you stand, you,
and YOU
will never know this
i only crawl at all
because
you need your leper to step on.
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