The intimate details of some idea

one oh three
two oh four
five oh five
and so on and so forth/
it seems you don't know what you are/
I ask you
does that bother you in any way
does that make you feel bad
uncomfortable
unwanted
because I can tell you
whatever you are
as long as you are alive
and here
I
am
too
one oh three
two oh four
five oh five

The End

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