
Difference defines us.
Artistic points, windowdressing!
The broad brush of mind.
Delicate swirls of the heart.
All craft a portrait of us.
Try as you might.
The lines can never truly match.
Each of us, separate works.
Individuals, the image of noone.
I search a crowd looking.
Contrasting features.
Contrasting shapes appear.
Conflicting messages.
I try to paint you there.
On the canvas of others.
But you remain
Strikingly different.
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