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Jul 2019
the parallels in who I was
and who I am today
sometimes become too close
when I lose my footing
after speaking up
the parts of my mind
meant to stay in folds
it must remain math
the parallels are destined
to a line of steady observation
the dominant stretch seeming larger
but it measures the same
AS Nilsen
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AS Nilsen  31/F/Lonelyville, NY
(31/F/Lonelyville, NY)   
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