Eyes of a rainforest,
Set in soft skin like cream,
My hair falls around my face like autumn.
I’m tempted to connect the dots
That freckle my face.
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But I know better.
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This is not me,
But a mere shadow
Of what I will be.
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This is just a seed,
And when I’m laid to rest,
I will grow into my self,
My perfect self.
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Until then,
This page shall remain blank.