I have tried on
and slipped out of
many identities
like a woman
in a changing room
trying to find
the clothes that
will make
everything alright
but nothing fits completely
tho bits and pieces stick to me
perhaps I am
a kind of hollow
resonant
identity mannequin
and somewhere beneath
my latest face
lies an infinite
open
unafraid
space
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