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Jan 2012
He looks at me and says,
"I don't even recognize you."

"Who are you again?"
he asks me, confused.

"I can't say I know," I say
"I'm a stranger to myself."

I lost myself in the fire,
still digging in the rubble.
Copyright © Claire Shelton 2012
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