In a nutshell

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I don't need those 15 minutes of fame. My anonymity in a public place is a luxury. I don't want the hate mail that stardom would bring, and while it would be nice to reach some more rare and beautiful souls along the way, I'm making do with my private, peaceful life.

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Poem

I have ambitions, goals and dreams
I take no action
I subsist on others’ texts
Creating none myself

A strong sense of identity
Strongly muted, held back, lost
Engraving poems on the ocean
Watching them float off

Churlish on the inside
But forced to act all smooth
It feels like self-betrayal
Like two faced plenitude

The resources bloom abundant
But the encroaching facade restrains
In the dark and broken quiet
I recollect my name