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The winter of our youth.
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September 19, 2016
Identity-1
Inconceivable layers
washed with every drift
dig in with bare nails and empty vessels
something new each time
constructed, imagined, portrayed, conditioned
with every passer by,
they change.
so tell me, who do you really know?
or are you just alone
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