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Apr 2013
I identify as the black ink that fills your pen, as dark and wondrous as the secrets held behind your pupils

I identify as the raised skin that marks a scar, holds a memory, and refuses to go away

I identify as the rain on your window that silences your thoughts to sleep

I identify as everything you want your lover to be

The only thing
I don't identify as

Is me
Claire Davis
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Claire Davis
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   Alfreda, ---, st64 and Raymond Johnson
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