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Feb 2019
so much exclusion, hate, fear
  though often excluded, I still hold dear
       weak, weary, quite unclear

  nevertheless, nevertheless -  I silently steer.
Qualyxian Quest
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Qualyxian Quest  54/M/Elsewhere
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