To Bond

I wish someone was normal
me her he she them
Someone I could talk to
Not to seem superior
Not to see myself a year ago
month, ago what
seems like a lifetime
Everyone I know is on the same
shelf of the same cabinet
with the pill in a bottle
which we wake and march toward
Feed off each other in the same
some strange destiny
To Gravitate

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