Faces
Genuine, yet deceiving to sight.
through every temperature,
tint, hue or degree,
Human,
Humanity,
Invaluable might.
Beautiful,
still,
when rest is just yearned.
Globally,
Humanity,
whenever you're shown.
I'm proud to have one of many,
there are plenty,
I can be identified by this one,
never another,
would not want to be,
any other.
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