I am me
I climb mountains
I wear long sleeves
I look up and see stars
always tripping over my feet
I am curly
I am bright
I am blue
I am a tarnished dime
I am a silver penny
always lonely in a full room
and nothing you assume
I am a secret
I am a stare
I am a breeze blowing your hair
dizzy, light, and free
I am a gardenia
growing in my mother's garden
strong, simple, and sweet
somewhere lost and faraway
where everyone's here to stay
I'm a dolphin in deep blue waters
who never learned how to swim
I am willful
I am tired
I am me
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