I Found A Person

I found a person,
Lying in the dust
Beneath everyone’s feet,
Beaten and bruised and dirtied.

And I loved her –
That person I found,
Messy and sad with dimmed eyes.

I loved her
Because she looked like me.
She looked almost exactly
Like me.

Among all the paper cut-outs
And empty, lifeless words,
I found a living, breathing person.

And I loved that person,
Because that person looked  like me.

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