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Apr 2014
He was she who in its turn was him.

I am him when i'm with you.
And I am you when I'm with him

Stay with me
because it's  hard to reach
But i'll be a bit of all
for each one and each.

For this I am this
to that I'm something else
If one pulls the other pushes
and vice versa

Up and down
I feel the street,
I feel myself ,
I fill the street and
I fill myself with the street of myself.

Me, i'm just me
And that's a lot.
Marlon James,  Porto,  Portugal                                                                 23-04-2014
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