I’m not you
I am rolling hills of Kevlar skin
I am night before the days begin
I am terra cotta heart
I am stories yet to start
I am bones of solid gold
I am young, but I am old
I am war yet to be won
I shine brighter than the sun
I am eyes of earthy hue
Are you sorry I’m not you?
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