Wonder,
I do.
Wonder,
of minds,
akin to mine.
Wonder,
shall such truly be deemed,
alive?
Is there,
within this world,
beings,
that see,
as I?
For,
I've yet,
to be around,
such.
Yet,
to be around,
beings,
that speak,
as if art,
shall forever be,
their voice.
As if,
each syllable,
floats.
Twas,
a dream,
to be this,
speaking being.
Twas,
a dream,
since I was,
three.
Now,
indeed it seems,
I shall,
forever be,
lonely...
©yungb123
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