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

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