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Nov 2014
I am undefinable by any conventional method.
This human mystery so vastly intrepid.

You can never know me, and nor I you.
In even understanding myself I've no clue.

Our identity is not visible to the naked eye.
I am not who you think I am and that's no lie.
Bill
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Bill  New Jersey
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