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He watches Their moves align A chorus he aches to join He tries to mold his edges Smooth his colors To match their black To echo their rhythm But his thoughts Spill in wild hues Untamed Refusing the frame His heart hums a melody That no one knows A cadence That breaks the march He fears this difference This solitary spark Yet it burns brighter With every step His strangeness Is his strength He is not them Nor should he be He is the one Who walks alone And in that truth He is whole.