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{November 18, 2009}   Poem #27

Blank verse

Who defines normal and strange?

Who agrees to accept it?

Is it self indulgence that time perceives it?

Is there a right moment to open the closet?

Why do I feel afraid to turn the knob?

Yet I sense closure approaching,

But moved to be enchanted differently,

For my identity is known to self destruction,

I therefore prefer to be alone , trapped and nameless.

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