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From the poem:
"I am invisible...
And the memories I recall
Silently waiting
In a dark and empty hall"
Our connection:
First Connection
"Finally mother told me I was no longer privileged enough to sleep upstairs, so I was banished downstairs to the garage. My bed was an old army cot".