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Aug 2014
there's something below the surface.
it doesn't have a name
but it feels familiar.

i'm never truly alone.
i'm seated beside this feeling.
as nameless dances
and splashes
in the puddles that are my thoughts.

it crawls through me
unknown to the faces i encounter.
it doesn't have a name
but it feels familiar.
Claudwell
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Claudwell  Brooklyn
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