Who Are You
By: James Dubeau
Who are you
Looking back at me
A man who is
So close
But yet
We can
Never touch
Never converse
Never know each other
I do not recognize you
Not your eyes
Your hair
Or even your nose
Where did you get
Those wrinkles
And gray hair
How can you
Be I
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A self-congratulating, back-patting, narcissistic, creative? writing experiment... Thanks for stopping by, constructive comments appreciated. All posted writing is a work in progress and may be updated at any time.
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