I've been told that all snowflakes are unique, under a microscope
But that night all I could see were billions and trillions of the same--
All tumbling stumbling chaotic individuals desperately searching for their place
So much the same in their uniqueness
All stand-outs in a crowd, singing so loud they muffled even city-sounds
So unique that no one bothered to hear another
Pleading as he died upon my finger
[Keep Following.]
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