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Feb 2015
2/13/15
I want to be a dust cloud
off the grid as a ghost,
invisible.

The will to be unaffiliated
and resilient with equipoise.

I'm the moon light at night,
the sun blaze by day,
the thunder of my memory is yet to come. my Guessing will soon be forgotten.
Brooklyn Brooks
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Brooklyn Brooks  Midtown
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