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May 2014
the one who stares back at me in the mirror,
seems unfamiliar.
the type of unfamiliarity,
that is familiar.
it eats at me.
until I have disintegrated from the lack of rememberance.
from lack of knowing
what should be familiar.
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   Kai and Raphael Uzor
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