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Feb 8
I am the chalk
of a whiteboard
remaining from
an evening class;
my true meaning
smeared and erased,
a faint memory
merely noticed
by the sparse eyes
searching for something,
anything, to fill the gaps
in their lackluster gaze.
BLD
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BLD  23/M/Midwest.
(23/M/Midwest.)   
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