POEM; PRECISELY

Precisely, not exactly.
For we are not precise. We are feral as feral animals,
feral as a feral flower field, raw as uncut crystals. 

If you look closely at many plants, even many plants of the same species, none of them are quite the same. In fact, they are all unique, none truly identical.
Humans aren't much different in that sense.
We are all so different.
That,
that is our strongest suit. 

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