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Nov 2022
Who's here
when I'm not?

Can they read this
as I write it,
does it carry across?

There's something
here
with me,
something that's
not me.

Together but not whole,
just a bifurcated hull
held together with flex tape.

We don't sink.
Justin S Wampler
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Justin S Wampler  30/M
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   Ayesha
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