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You can label me.
You can shove me rough into a box
that you throw blackly back
to the bottom shelf
of the closet in your mind.
You can mark me with a red line;
skull and crossbones, hideous brand
well suited to this mendacious monster.

But that is not and never will be me.
Like or not, I am that me whom you once loved;
Imperfect in my journey,
moving clumsy but ever from the heart.
In the end you will not find me
in any of the places you are looking.
I will be far, sitting in the sun,
being human.


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