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Oct 2016
And now you want to talk to me.
To pick my mind
To bring to earth this hidden thing.
This secret you feel
You have a right to know.
This, that has always been
Within me.

You were unaware.
I was not.

This is not new.
This is new to you.

This is not a problem or surprise.
This is who I am.
moon child
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moon child  26/F/America
(26/F/America)   
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   Doug Potter
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