So Much The Same

We are so much the same, and yet, alike.
Alike in yellow leaves that slip and wend,
The same in how we wonder at balloons,
Identical in speed to comprehend.

But sure, no voice the same on open mic,
Nor eyes that one mistakes the other for:
We are so much the same, and yet, alike —
If likeness is still like that

Anymore

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