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| I am the in between. I am every color from afar. I am not limited to just myself. Up close I am myself or everyone else. All around, outside in, inside out. I am his sandals, her shirt, their self-portraits in the hall. I am the hall. I am in blurred vision. I am the TV screen, off, no signal. I am the still morning horizon. I am the moving equipment. I am the dead grass. I am the live mind. All around, above, below, each side, every angle, you will see me. I am not hiding. You do not notice me. |
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