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Mar 2016
the who's who's
the ties and suits
the black and white
the stripes, the sleuths
the egocentric
tall, concentric
parts of us parade
through the cities
in the minds
we make ourselves,
for only ourselves
on streets we walk alone,
in need of truth.
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