• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 10
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Who I am is not what you see
or how you think the me you see must be.
Write my name, sample my DNA,
press my finger to the ink and still
you will not know me.
Name, phone, address, degrees and diplomas
a record broken that makes no sound,
cannot play the music in my soul.
Name, rank, serial number, ask and I will tell
but not the story of my heart,
not the story in my heart,
not the song of me.