Writing Challenge: Write SOMETHING every day... Anything [Day 3]

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Last night I dreamt I had another name
I would be called on that new name
and respond to it like it had always belonged to me

I liked assuming my new identity
looking at myself at the mirror and recognizing something
I didn't see before
I didn't want to see before

However, my face was the same
my face and my blood were the same

how much of me is set on my name?
how much of it is on my blood?
was I lied to this whole time?
Do I belong somewhere?

New names are amulets against this sense of loss
that buries me in a sort of non-place.

I have no place
and no name belongs to me
it is set on my face
it is set on my blood.

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Alicia xx