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Monday, May 07, 2007

...

I look in the mirror
and ask the person I see there,
"who are you?
...that killed me yesterday?

You look familiar, but
I do not know you.

I saw you once before
in a dream
but then
you were transcendent.
Now you are disappointing.

For all that you are not
you are more than I was
For this I am sad
For that I am
Happy"
Posted by Matt at 10:20 PM
Labels: poetry?

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