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Jan 2021
I’m actually tired of being myself…
can I be you for awhile

I hide from the mirror and monogrammed lies,
as I run from an image defiled

I thought I was safe and had made my escape,
when memory reminded again

“You can run, you can hide, your indenture unkeyed
—the chains locked secure in your head”

(The New Room: January, 2021)
Kurt Philip Behm
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Kurt Philip Behm  kurtphilipbehm.com
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