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    Sandglass

    Being an imposter is critical to my identity.


    I am never one person.
    That is good, because individuals get trapped in themselves.

    I am never stuck.
    I always move.
    Like a crowd, currents of people on the street.
    I am every one of them
    All at once.

    They push and shove within me


    Fighting for dominance of the soul.
    I am a pressure chamber
    And my chest is puffed.

    Imposters are inside me.


    They’re dying to escape.

    I’m losing my marbles


    Of colored glass.

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