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Oct 2016
Coffee black, with sugar.
Just how I always take it.
Appearing to be one,
But existing as another.
Stuck as an in between.
Two halves of two different wholes.
No idea which to embrace,
No idea who to be.
Maybe I'll continue on like this,
Pretending to be two people that I'm not.
Joshua Sisler
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