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Find Me, A poem by Chris Dominowski. If I am lost, and you do not care, will the search ever be fair? Why am I here? What should I do? The answer to this, I once knew. Why should I be found if I always must hide? I have tried so hard, my soul has died. Over the years, In fear I have drowned. It is finally clear; I cannot be found. Human, a poem by Chris dominowski I wear sunglasses at night, but I carry a flashlight. I turn from the flame, but stare at the ashes. I walk into the woods, and never touch the trail. I always look at my calander, but do not care what day it is. I am the mixture of light and darkness; I am human. 
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