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I

I am I

Whatever and whoever, here, now.

Alone I am, and not alone, but separate.
con-sciousness is yet discrete.

I am
I am a man
I am a woman

I am free
I am young
I am old

I am peculiar to me

I don’t require explanation; just let me be

©1970 Deborah Snavely

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