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They said a part of me was born
two generations and a half ago.
They said I swim so deeply;
I never stopped swimming solo.

I was about to believe
that in my heart, there is a hole.
I was about to believe
that there's bad luck in my mole.

But everything seemed and felt
better than well.
They only lied when they said,
down there, I fell.

But I realized faceless words
are beautiful.
I discovered free birds
are wonderful.

It might not be accurate,
but this makes me feel
like I'm the luckiest of the luckiest
people colored with teal.

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