WAS I NOT MY MOTHER'S FATHER BEFORE I WAS MY FATHER'S SON?
I have, by habit, already empty space put aside :
for my wishes and wants, my hearts and regrets,
everything so together jumbled. If quantity so were
a treasure, my chest would be filled to the brimming.
As it is, I must stand aside, wash the sand and salt
from all my aching wounds. I am dissimilar to none,
yet resembling nothing at all. My shadow only finds its
way back into the shade, and all is darkness in the end.
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