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Apr 2012
In a world where everyone in faceless,
Would I be faceless too?

Would I stand out
Or blend into the crowd?

Would you be able to point me out?
This poem goes with one of my drawings, ironically, they are faceless.
Samantha Steele
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Samantha Steele  The Dirty South
(The Dirty South)   
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