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Sep 2013
I just realized I fit in no equation.
I'm symbolic,
I'm one,
Nor am I a carbon copy.
I can never truly bond because I am unseen.
My life is between here and there,
trapped in this dimension and this is my hell.
My soul is boxed in purgatory
and my name is a dead language .
Friends
Family
Reject me without warning,
but somehow I survive each morning.
Fred Kinard
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Fred Kinard
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