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Unique

Unique

A spark, my heart beats rhythmically, typically,
Blood in my veins, intricate, methodically.
Fundamental I stand, skeletally sound,
Vessels midst vessel, breath in my lungs, I’m bound,
Rooted to the earth, one of billions alive,
I thirst and feed, interactions I thrive.

I’m more than you see, flesh and physic,
There’s more to me like others, molecular mystique.
Created to survive, live and die midst this grandeur,
I do my best to laugh and cry and learn in my stander.

In my time that I am here I stand in solidarity,
Midst fellow humankind apart from one singularity,
I have my own thoughts, ideas and will,
And yet you cut me, and my blood will spill.

Here for whatever reason, beneath my bone and flesh,
Tear my heart asunder and ensure a ghastly mess,
And yet I am something more than a number upon the earth,
My honoured family awaits me beyond spherical and mirth.

More than a memory, I am one of a kind,
I have my own life, I have my own mind.

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sally

More than a memory, I am one of a kind,
I have my own life, I have my own mind

Absolutely beautiful, Simon!
I love the way you can write poetry on any topic :)
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Ian William

Amazing and powerful in its entirety, Simon! Excellent!

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