rare indeed

to think you're special

to think you're above

is to live a elevated life

to walk only crust

to know you're the same

only flesh and blood

can make you different

can make you a dove

a king among knights

a legend among fame

to realize that life

is full of pain

a skeleton in the closet

is like a freckle on the back

another notch in the belt

a secret to be kept

life is what you make it

it is what you see,

and when you remove yourself from it

it is plain and meek

everyone is different

 a package of creams

and when you meet a yellow

call me,

for they are rare indeed.

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