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Identity...

Lost my identity

But there is no DMV

To line up at,

Re-issue nor renew

What's expired

The past is past

And now I'm a stranger

In an endless desert

The whole world

Cannot parch my angst

Tears that dry

And I cannot lie,

Not to myself

Now off the shelf

I'm on the curb

An unwanted refurb,

Home used to be

Wherever she

Would lay her head,

But now

I don't know how

I'll ever rest

In peace...

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nestor-david-armas

41 / M / American

Published: Mar 22, 2021
LinesWords: 2481

Tags: #love #loss #alone #past #thoughts

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