I am not a foot nor a face. A hand nor a shoe. A cloth nor dishwater. I am a lost leaf in this world. Waiting to find something that I have been longing for, an indescribable feeling. It hides in this universe, it smiles with the stars. I am not a flag nor a pile. A frame
nor a box. A basket nor a cross. I am just a person lost within the cracks of this world.
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Who am I?
PoetryIn this universe, we all have that one question, who am I? This is my interpretation of "Who am I?"
