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Jan 2016
I know no satisfaction
Cutting the chord of the imagination
Sitting on my knees
Hands Locked
Never to look like yourself  
Or sound like anybody else
Tasting the vigil of the flame
Indifference is my mistress
Keep it to yourself
Brooklyn Brooks
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Brooklyn Brooks  Midtown
(Midtown)   
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