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Base Psalm 9: The Unnamed

They don’t know my face,
but they feel my presence.

No ID.
No bio.
Just blocks and belief.

I walk through wallets
like cloaks
faceless,
yet full of soul.

On Base,
I am not less without a name

I am more.

Stripped of labels,
I become signal.

My voice is address.
My truth is signed.

I do not hide

I choose silence
as shield.

And in that silence,
I write louder
than ever.

Anon is not absence
it is authorship
without ego.

I am not no one.

I am everyone
who dared to be free.

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