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2,1
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3,1
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4,1
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4,2
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5,2
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2,3
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4,3
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5,3
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2,4
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1,5
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5,5
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PoSSiBiLiTy
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5,5 iDeNTiTy
late at night i lie awake and wonder
if i'm still up there
hanging around
or if i'm out catching dinner.
i'm living in my own attic.
i didn't invite myself,
nor intentionally entice myself,
but there i am.
by day, i don't occupy my own thoughts.
there are plenty of other things to consider.
and by nightfall i've once again forgotten
to call an exterminator.
here i am again restlessly tossing and turning
and then lying still,
listening intently for a sign of my own presence
and wondering if i'm really there.
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