Surrounded.
By people I know.

People.
For each,
I have a word.

A word and
Nothing more.

Nice.
Smart.
Jerk.
Clumsy.
Me.

Behind a crowd of words,
I search for the missing you.

A paragraph of prose,
Lyric of song, or meter of poem.
Anything goes

For the words of your tome.

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