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May 2015
Our name is the thing
That connects us to our life.
Every event, moment, action
Of importance can be simply
Conjured by one name.
Few, simple words spoken
To become emotions so strong
And link us to a being
That we may call our own.
And though I know this to be true,
I am haunted by this one dilemma:
Why is it the speaking of your name
To which my life is tied.
TSK
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