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Mar 2021
Lost my identity
But there is no DMV
To line up at,
Re-issue nor renew
What's expired
The past is past
And now I'm a stranger
In an endless desert
The whole world
Cannot parch my angst
Tears that dry
And I cannot lie,
Not to myself
Now off the shelf
I'm on the curb
An unwanted refurb,
Home used to be
Wherever she
Would lay her head,
But now
I don't know how
I'll ever rest
In peace...

APAD 03212021
Nestor David Armas
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Nestor David Armas  37/M/OC
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