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Dec 2015
as the fourth in my father’s string of children, i had to be everything. i was simultaneously the oldest, youngest, and middle child. not to mention, as the six of us were spread across three wives, the only child to my mother. i was a little of everything and a lot of nothing.
this isn't even a poem but i like the way it reads.
hkr
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hkr  the city
(the city)   
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