Here I grow again
Leaving trails of me all over the “e”
Traveling with no passes
Hoping from your mind to mine
His and hers
Theirs and ours
Every so often I get restless
And I move
In search of what is to become me
My e-prints and I
Never truly settling
Hey, must be the gypsy in me
Here I speak again,
Yours, mine and the world’s, normadically,
-Omodudu
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