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Oct 2018
A sign in a window
A lobby
A parking lot.
A sign seen in many places
By many faces
Yet never moves at at all.

I am that sign . Physically moving yet mentally at a stand still.
Life has evolved and I stand still. Have I gotten lost.
A living soul with a dead spirit. Am I dullusional by thinking I'm living?
Charlene
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Charlene  F/Los Angeles
(F/Los Angeles)   
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   Salmabanu Hatim
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