Sometimes I write poetry, and sometimes I write the same poem several times.
I'm in love with it, and I don't know which is better.
So, here it is. Part 2.
So many faceless people drifting by...
They do not see me, nor see them can I.
I turn my eyes from them, towards the sky.
In this myriad of faceless,
Who am I?
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