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Who am I
Who am I what am I her for
My memories have left my core
These thoughts warm my heart like an open flame
Yet I do not even know my name
Yearning for release itching for a tease
When you look at me what do you see
I don’t know because I have lost my soul
Days go on and on cursing and rehearsing
For the time I live again
its a nice piece. Good work :-)
Yes and so life goes on without our real knowing, even about the self. Well written!