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Oct 23
I am more than
the traces I rub against,
the dust I've gathered,
the crumbs in my pockets,
the mud on my shoes,
the dirt under my nails,
the gritty sleep in my eyes,
the deep wax in my ears,
the grease in my hair,
the bruises I carry,
the scars I bear.

I am almost the songs I sing.
Identity is a complex thing
Steve Page
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Steve Page  62/M/London, U.K.
(62/M/London, U.K.)   
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