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Dec 2014
I have nothing to prove or declare.
I only have my skin, my pulse,
and random electrons tracing through me.
It is nothingness,
Except what I make it.
© Claire A. Jacobs, All rights reserved.
Written by
Claire A Jacobs  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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