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Apr 2013
I am not who
I am what

And I resent that

I am not yours
I am theirs

I wish you'd recognize that

And I cannot be held anymore
In such a pedestal

The display is cracking
The flaws are through.
Alice Baker
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Alice Baker
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   Marian and Dallas Allen
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