i am not good at math

it is known that there are 6 people roaming the earth with the same face. i am assuming that there are 5 other identical pairs of your eyes choking with oceans, the same intensity no less- saturated with salt, whip lash and envy. 5 accidental dimples caved into the bump adjacent to your nose, like an afterthought, a careless nip and 5 other identical facial structures of yours, cheekbones completely sculpting the topography of your face(s) (so that they diverge paths, when your oceans overflow). and maybe there are 5 more voices that melt like butter, replicas of you that chuckle at the strangest, most mundane of matters, that elicit copious amounts of life in me and loathe chemistry as much as the quantum of atoms humming in sync between us. buzz buzz buzz. and if there are 5 other copies of you, what are the odds that i have 5 clones too? maybe amongst the 5 pairs of us the same gravitation exists and my brain is aching at the possibilities of them decussating, converging, trailing into place. and if they are in luck, perhaps timing and chemistry will overlap and somewhere somehow, the reality of us will prevail.