Fame is
the virtue of
Notoriety
Soon you will
find
focus lights
hurt
People stink
like rotten
apples
Names disperse
like vapor
Stay put
in the Luxuries
of your
Privacy
One name is
Enough
and there will
be no confusion
A home is where
Only you live
in Peace
Buy your own
Camera just in case
you need a face.
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