I do admit
I am poor in math.
I am a free-floater,
And I am ready to
Draw and redraw
My own sketches,
Please ask not whys.
Look, I am
In my milky way.
My name, my address
Etcetera are not
Permanent, try to know.
I am single
And not in volume, the truth.
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