Prologue

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See Me

Meet me at the spot in the crossroads that I am already occupying.

I will gladly decline the plane ticket you brought me,

I don't want to only be confined to your routes and times of arrivals.

See me, for I am, more than a reflection–

you can come inside through my windows and revel within my deeper depths.

Please don't muddy my space your ideals

And please don't leave a stench of presumptions of what I need to be doing.

See me,

for all that is molding, metamorphosing, and ruminating,

Into someone who was better than yesterday;

But, until the sun stretches to be in the sky for another morning.

I need you to,

See me. - T. Renee 

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