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Nov 2016
i'm not sure what's going on.
i think i am always
deeply in my own mind
or in yours
trying to figure you out,
all of you.

and there is nowhere else
for my awareness to go,
it's just there,
opened,
listening,
all the time.

but who is
listening to me?
a m a n d a
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