Sunday, February 6, 2011

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i don't have that part
i took a scalpel and cut it out
i don't have that part:
i hollowed me out and sloshed the rest about.

don't tell me who i am
when we've never met before.
don't tell me what i am
or i won't come 'round anymore.

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