Me, and The Words
I often Sonder when I walk the street.
All People I will never officaly meet.
All of them have lives as vivid and complex as my own.
I often think of them when I return Home.
All the words I never knew existed.
psithurism,
serendipity,
and opia.
There, now they have been listed.
Now this poem must come to an end,
I 'm sorry
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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