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Oct 2014
Maybe these voices I am hearing are what I should be listening
They may be telling me
not to be hypnotized by possibilities
blinded by these ashes
Deafened by explosions of passions
Does it even matter
who?
What?
When?
Where?
Why?
How it is what ever I look for
That is happening all around  
"I" is only the first letter of this Illusion.
Brooklyn Brooks
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Brooklyn Brooks  Midtown
(Midtown)   
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