Weekend Showcase: Sonja Seear (Photographer)

Every Friday, 1 creative, letting their work speak for itself.

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Sonja Seear

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Time for Tea

The image is from my project ‘Time for Tea’ focusing on the subject of tea drinking. I chose afternoon tea as a subject, as it is quintessentially an English tradition despite tea drinking being imbibed in many cultures across the world. The project aimed to reflect the social aspects of tea drinking, the intimacy of this experience where increasingly time is more precious, and communication is becoming instant, yet impersonal and superficial. The project aimed to illustrate how the ritual of tea drinking is individual in terms of colours, flavours, and setting.

 

https://twitter.com/Sonja_Seear

https://www.behance.net/Sonja_Seear

For more information about Sonja’s Photographic Services: http://www.sonjamartinphotography.com/contact%20page.html

 

Please do get in touch if you would like to be showcased via the form in the What’s On page, or the reply box. 

Dismissed by Charlie Eliot Winters, Photography by Jeremy Moseley

Creatives Making A Difference

‘Supporting Mental Health’

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LONELINESS Collaboration

Welcome to the second collaboration in a six week, fortnightly engagement with the feeling of Loneliness.  For this particular collaboration we have paired 3 artists and 3 poets together.  The poets have written a poem around this particular emotion and then passed it to the artists for their interpretation. The artist can work in parallel with the themes  within the poetry or in contrast. In so doing we’re attempting to artistically and accessibly engage with the feeling of loneliness. Each pairing is different so  we’re hoping to create a range of interpretations that might communicate something to everybody. The poets and artists have been exchanging  ideas over a number of weeks and what you’ll be seeing as the 6 weeks roll by is the diverse expression of that exchange. We hope to turn our mental health collaborations into an exhibition next year and an online resource. 

 Your feedback on this project would be very much welcomed.

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This week’s collaboration features

Charlie Eliot Winters and Jeremy Moseley

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Dismissed

by Charlie Eliot Winters

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I have been dismissed from my duties
Bowed head, wordless and bewildered
Tumbling a bottle cap between my forefinger and thumb
marvelling at its conical shape and thinking:
the only things worth doing are calculations

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How many times have I cut through crowds without faces?
Warm beige buoys
bobbing above a cracked cement sea
emitting their cacophony of
misfires
trial runs
maybe laters

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I am watching from behind a frosted glass window
figures pacing the streets, glints of light hitting their wrists and necks
They are granting and dismissing duties from floor to ceiling,
loading boxes upon boxes with pictures, papers, ticket stubs
as to not confuse “loneliness” with “alone”

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How many conversations were held along this creaking floor?
Dangerous things often said
but seldom meant
Their bottle-capped stories
uttered to fill the air
hold their breath
pass the time

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Charlie Eliot Winters

Charlie currently resides in Toronto, Ontario where he is pursuing a degree in Photographic Preservation.  When the nitrile gloves come off, he works on his slowly but steadily increasing collection of poems.

http://cewinters.tumblr.com/

https://twitter.com/ce_winters

You can see Charlie’s Weekend Showcase here and his FreeSpaces here, here and here

Jeremy Moseley

London based photographer, Jeremy Moseley, seeks to capture the spirit of urban and street photography from a different or unusual perspective. Jeremy’s skills have been developed through portrait commissions and various photography projects in London, Brighton, Ibiza and Paris.

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http://www.jeremymoseleyphotography.com/

https://twitter.com/jeremymoseley1

https://twitter.com/captainsidcup

You can see Jeremy’s Weekend Showcase here and his work in The Recovery Project here

 

The third Loneliness collaboration post will be on Tuesday 1st April. Do come back and see how poet John Mansell and artist Ieuan Edwards engage with the very same feeling.

If you would like to get involved with one of our  future collaborations or opportunities. Do get in contact via the contact form on the What’s On Page or via @ArtiPeeps. Thank you so much for your interest.

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‘Flashed, Blinked Away, Passed On’ by Mandy Gibson (FreeSpace 1)

Flashed, Blinked Away, Passed On

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Welcome to poet and writer Mandy Gibson’s first FreeSpace in which she re-visits a work-in-progress project of hers:

‘This project for ArtiPeeps is the culmination of a larger work, which was to have been a book but has decided it wants to be something more fluid. Loosely titled PinPoint, the plan for the book comprised several dozen micropoems from the welloverthought account accompanied by abstract B&W photography. Nine of these appear in this first ArtiPeeps slot, with the next two slots devoted to the longer pieces written to tie the book together. These are moments in time, flashed, blinked away and passed on.

The book was, and thus this project is, dedicated to the writers of Twitter (members of EV12, and others who work in its strange, tiny feather-lined tentacles). It’s also for the anxious, the brave and the cocoons in between…and for the Nine, without whom my words are just noise.’

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mindflowers

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dawnchorus 

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seedinspring

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beetleshell

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ambersea

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swarm

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offswitch

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giantsky

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tracethemdry

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Biography

Mandy Gibson is a creator of random things, mostly poems and the odd short story. She has been published twice (in the anthologies TimeLines and Brave the Bullies Together), has been involved in group writing projects (most notably @echovirus12), narrated an album of music based on the writing of Jeff Noon (with UK band The Forgetting Room) and has edited/proofread for fellow writers. She occasionally mutters about the existence of larger work which may see the light of day when she can get her brain to pay attention for five minutes.  You can visit her on Twitter at @welloverthought, or at http://welloverthought.tumblr.com.

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Mandy will be back with her next FreeSpace  featuring some of her longer pieces on Thursday 3rd April. Hope to see you there!

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Tomorrow we will be featuring  the first pairing from our Loneliness Collaboration featuring poet Stephanie Brennan and artist Deborah Sheehy. Definitely worth coming back for!

Weekend Showcase: Jeremy Moseley (Photographer)

Every Friday, 1 artist/poet/writer, letting 1 piece of their work speak for itself.

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Featuring

Jeremy Moseley

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Shadows

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Biography: 

 

London based photographer, Jeremy Moseley, seeks to capture the spirit of urban and street photography from a different or unusual perspective. 

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Jeremy’s skills have been developed through portrait commissions and various photography projects in London, Brighton, Ibiza and Paris. 

 

http://www.jeremymoseleyphotography.com/

https://twitter.com/jeremymoseley1

https://twitter.com/captainsidcup

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Do get in touch via the Comment box or @ArtiPeep if you would like to be showcased. You’d be more than welcome!

 

‘Stella I’m Bleeding’ by Michael Schmidt (Writer) FreeSpace #2

Image by Justas Marcinkevicius

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Stella, I’m Bleeding

by Michael Schmidt

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Death Dances in broken down dreams thumbing my way through idlechatter/whitestatic alcohol-hallucinations wishing I could do something about the screeching quartet that has every intention of stopping just before the height of its crescendo.

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Abyssinian monks descended from their holy-gray pedestalic mountains to drown me in mirrors— Air so quiet and cold we can hear the ice crystalline when we stab your lungs with new breath and smoke.

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I wish I had the patience to keep company with a hunter’s moon and watch her sink behind black mountains  and thin iridescent clouds squinting and unable to turn away from a new sun.

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I crushed a flaming-white butterfly in my hand by accident in a hazy green and yellow aspen grove when I was young— I’m scared to try now lest my grip falter, or worse!

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Yips, cackles— tall strong blonde blue-eyed girls with flowers in their hair stumble in high heels and seep into  walls of darkness towards eager coyotes with glowing teeth— When they come back (they always do) their eyes will be grey— and then a conversation or a silence can finally. Begin.

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You can find out more about Michael and his writing from his website: 

http://glitteringafterthoughts.wordpress.com/

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MIchael’s 3rd FreeSpace Slot will be on Thursday 19th December

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*’FreeSpace’ offers creatives or groups 3 slots on ArtiPeeps which can be taken up in a cluster or in a sequence over a period of months. They can be used for further showcasing, self-expression or for projects.

If you are interested in FreeSpace, don’t hesitate to get in contact via a reply box, or the form on our ‘What’s On’ Page or via @ArtiPeep

Weekend Showcase: Tony Adams (Photographer)

Every Friday, 1 artist/poet/writer, letting 1 piece of their work speak for itself.

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Featuring

Tony Adams

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“One’s destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things.” 

― Henry Miller

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Please do click on the image to enlarge

 

Biography: 

 Hey. About 2 years ago, maybe more, I got into a little social networking site called Instagram. You may be familiar with it… It’s since become pretty massive, bought out by the evil Facebook corporation and slowly becoming less like the site I was drawn to initially and more like the sort of site I’d nowadays avoid. But I’m persistent and carry on posting my pictures, choosing words that will accompany them and maybe add a little something extra to the shots. Sometimes those words are from other folk and sometimes, if my creative juices are in full bloom, they’ll be my own.

 I edit all my pictures on my iPhone, recently updated to a 5S for even greater editing powers and take the majority of them on the phone too. I do take photos with my “real camera” and occasionally will edit these down and share them on Instagram also. 

 I usually go for darkness, isolation and emptiness as themes and try to either lighten them up with a quote or darken them further, depending on where my mood takes me. But as grim as my photos can get I always believe that there is a bit of hope in them, an opportunity to look inward and find a truth hidden inside yourself that sometimes only the darkness can highlight. 

http://www.flickr.com/photos/blahmushyblah/

https://twitter.com/blahmushyblah

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Do get in touch via the Comment box or @ArtiPeep if you would like to be showcased. You’d be more than welcome!

 

Comfort Multiform Collaboration (Poetry/Photo) #2

Creatives Making A Difference

  ‘Supporting Mental Health’

Comfort Collaboration

Comfort: 1. a state of physical ease and freedom from pain or constraint. 2. consolation for grief or anxiety.

Welcome to the second collaboration in a 5 week, fortnightly engagement with the notion of comfort.  Comfort is something we all need and often, curiously, find hard to get (either from ourselves or others). For this particular collaboration we have paired 3 artists and 3 poets together. Each poet/artist pair, in contrast to  our fear/trust collaboration have been working on the  single theme of comfort. The words and the images working together in  a  uniform exploration of the  texture and nuances of this basic human need. The poets and artists have been exchanging ideas over a number of weeks and what you’ll be seeing as the weeks pass is the diverse expression of that exchange.

 It’s our intention that these collaborations will form an online resource which will  potentially bring comfort, provide an innovative  means to engage with difficult feelings, and ultimately to provide access to information about mental health in a stimulating manner. The idea is that we will also eventually group these collaborations together into exhibitions and installations to further promote public awareness and engagement with these issues. Your feedback on this project would be very much welcomed.

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This week’s collaboration features:

 Ken Fasimpaur (Photographer) and Lauren Coulson (Poet) 

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Severing Setting

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Panic Attack

by Lauren Coulson

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He finds me curled up
on the sofa like a tangled string.
Sclera stained pink;
canyons carved down my cheeks
like a forest cleaved by a river.

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Words fail. My voice gets caught.
It’s knotted, tight, strangling
in my throat. A wounded animal,
I can only bleat out my sadness.

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He scoops me up, swaddles me
with his arms like a newly born baby.
Traces his hands across the crumples
of my face, doesn’t speak.
I listen to the steady beat of his heart
like a radio, as mine begins to slow.

 

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You can find out more about Ken and Lauren here:

Ken Fasimpaur: 

“My first known rolls of film, black and white stock exposed decades ago, involved documenting aircraft at a local air show or creating convincing but fake UFO snapshots at home. Since then I’ve followed a long cometary orbit in and out of photography, passing periodically through point and shoot film cameras, classrooms, negatives, darkrooms, digital cameras, Photoshop and cameraphones. Over the same period, my subjects have covered architecture, family, nature, surface and abandoned space.

For the past year or more, my photography has revolved in large part around my cameraphone. I’ve shot improvisationally wherever I was and whatever subject caught my fancy, processed the results on the fly, and posted them as possible. Vignette for Android has been my camera of choice and has provided the basis for the couple of filters I routinely use. I find a sense of captured moment in this method, and an emphasis on shooting images and not processing them, which appeals to me for now. When it comes to composition, I’m drawn to the nexus between detail and form, between abstracting the larger concrete and revealing the essential but ephemeral specifics of its nature.”

More of my mobile images can be found on Twitter at @kjfasimpaur

 on Flickr at http://www.flickr.com/photos/93020772@N05/

or at http://www.kenfasimpaur.com

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Lauren Coulson

In 1992 a wriggling pink baby popped out of its’ mother, who proudly proclaimed “cor blimey, it’s a girl!”. Since then that baby has gone on to study art and get a first class degree in creative writing (although she is no longer a baby). She now spends her time creating crafts to sell in her online shop and writing about the world around her. Currently she is working on her first novel, a children’s book, but is a poet at heart. On top of this she has branched out into storytelling and running writing workshops in the local community. Mental health is a topic that is very close to her and something she is keen to give support to others about. When she grows up she wants to be a cat.

Shop: www.etsy.com/shop/milkymoonshop
Website: www.laurencoulson.co.uk

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The next Comfort Collaboration will be on Wednesday 27th November. 

‘Phantasmorgoria’ by Michael Schmidt (Writer) FreeSpace #1

Image by Justas Marcinkevicius

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Phantasmagoria

by Michael Schmidt

Yipping in the humming neon-night air of a conglomerated peoplescape built with dead artists and sweet-wine drinking mothers under the old reflected and heavy light of the moon, in the name of the moon.

A black-leopard Chariot striving and sweating and beautiful, they would have made it if Bacchus hadn’t been crying over spilt grapes and milk and honey.

We looked up and we saw God break and we broke him and it felt good and it kept us warm for a little while.

Broad-shouldered beautiful Aryan women struggling with their W’s and strangling rest while pounding the frosted ground for answers in green.

An already-dead poet labored over his last words in the back of a café smoking his first and only cigarette, they could have saved us.

I remember you against the window shuddering and what was that behind you?

Broken down cabins and unreal blinding Carné fireworks that could only be seen in murky lake-water reflections. A cold lake with no end or bottom (It hath no bottom!) forever twisting and then twisting more to destinations unfathomable. Like moths to a flame we peered over the deck and looked in.

Christ died with you and I— when the glitter finally settled we jumped in the lake and when we came up for air I saw how hollow your cheeks had become. It struck me and I slipped on your words before you could catch me.

Mein Vater, Mein Phantom, Mein Youth, where are you now? Where are you? Where? Instincts can’t help us. I’m underwater. The clouds gathered and cried “Wolf!” but we don’t fear wolves only starry-eyed jackals and the Ivory children of Angels or what we thought were Angels.

The homeless have finally died and are twitching and rattling.

I can feel you behind me.

Something incomprehensible like time, and nothing, and life from nothing, we are the treat-hungry, beaten medicated lap dogs of drunken forgers of galaxy.

“Tangerines are tangible” she whispered to me in an accent I had never heard and I took a bite or else.

We were snow-blind before we had made it to the top, but what we saw was so much worse.

We looked and we looked and we found it, and like so many before us it wasn’t what we were looking for.

She ran down the street grinning blood with hands full of rabbits. “Who killed the rabbits! The rabbits!”

Nothing, something.

And then I woke up, as if from a dream.

I can feel you behind me.

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You can find out more about Michael and his writing from his website: 

http://glitteringafterthoughts.wordpress.com/

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MIchael’s 2nd FreeSpace Slot will be on Thursday 21st November

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*’FreeSpace’ offers creatives or groups 3 slots on ArtiPeeps which can be taken up in a cluster or in a sequence over a period of months. They can be used for further showcasing, self-expression or for projects.

If you are interested in FreeSpace, don’t hesitate to get in contact via a reply box, or the form on our ‘What’s On’ Page or via @ArtiPeep

Frenzy’s Flash Feature #14

Welcome To Frenzy’s Flash Feature!

Your fortnightly Poetry/Photo Combo with Greg Mackie

Poet, dreamer, self-confessed idiot. Addicted to chocolate and crisps, he regrets having cancelled his last two dental appointments. Attempts to write stuff. 

http://frenzyofflies.wordpress.com/

https://twitter.com/FrenzyOfFlies

We hope you enjoy this  ‘Frenzy’s Flash Feature’ entry.  This, sadly, will be the last of this particular feature due to ArtiPeeps’ development plans. See here. However, you can always catch up with Greg’s poetry on ArtiPeeps via his continued contributions to ‘Transformations’ our collaborative poetry project inspired by Ovid’s Metamorphoses.

My sincere thanks go to Greg for all his creative input with his feature over the past months. ArtiPeeps and I have appreciated it enormously. Thank you. 

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The Street Photographer

by Greg Mackie

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The street photographer

misses nothing –

the last lingering looks

of nervous new lovers,

the world-weary eyes

of fleeced-out fathers,

the sardonic smiles

of monochrome mothers.

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The street photographer

gently juxtaposes

and careful condradicts,

he teases the truth

with his camera ice-pick

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He sees through the smiles,

sees though the disguise,

captures the essence

of our animal lies.

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When his wife left him Tuesday,

her expression so bitter –

he picked up his camera,

and he took his best picture.

 

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Frenzy’s Flash Feature #16

Welcome To Frenzy’s Flash Feature!

Your fortnightly Poetry/Photo Combo with Greg Mackie

Poet, dreamer, self-confessed idiot. Addicted to chocolate and crisps, he regrets having cancelled his last two dental appointments. Attempts to write stuff. 

http://frenzyofflies.wordpress.com/

https://twitter.com/FrenzyOfFlies

We hope you enjoy this  ‘Frenzy’s Flash Feature’ entry. Greg will be be back with another great combination on Thursday 15th August 2013

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DIVIDED

by Greg Mackie

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I met myself on the street today,

I was looking rather pale;

My eyes were red,

my hair unwashed,

I didn’t look too well.

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I tried to find the courage,

To ask me what was wrong;

I’ve known myself

for quite some time now –

We used to get along.

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He told me he was suffering,

from choices that I’d made.

I said you’re an adult now,

and you’ve made your bed,

and in your bed, you’ll lay.

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He screamed at me in anger;

I’d never seen me this way.

His cold blue eyes

were so full of hate,

I had to turn and look away.

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He said,

If love can move a mountain,

if love solves everything,

Why am I so lonely?

Why did you give in?

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I couldn’t find an answer;

I couldn’t even speak –

I watched me walk

around the corner,

and I’ve never felt so weak.

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Will I ever see myself again?

Will I ever be complete?

And how many other divided souls,

Shall I meet,

On this busy street?

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