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Feb 2016
love these people
the crowds of strangers
that mill about me
in the city.
the looks on their faces:
smiles and frowns
sad lost eyes
determined stares.
we are one
somehow.
all nameless
lost in the shuffle
like a midnight masquerade.

yet we are known
each face
each soul
to the One
who whispers every name.
Tonya Carpenter
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Tonya Carpenter
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