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The Premise

I felt a choke

A thread in my throat

Sewn to the premise

That I’m anonymous

I said to myself

Whispered

“Don’t forget it,”

A secret I know

A secret I regret

From birth

Mine

My tiny feet and hands

Are sewn with the premise

That I’m anonymous

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