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Monday, November 29, 2004

puddle of me

standing next to the puddle
i stare at myself
looking back from the muddied waters
the wind picks up as my puddled me shivers in the wind

i start to walk away, take 2 steps and look back
only to stare at myself straight in the eye.
as i turn away to leave, a biker approaches,
oblivious to all around.

i wince in horror
as the front tire splits my face in half
not even pausing for a split second
oblivious to me standing there

my face in a state of disorder
i touch my face, trying to find myself
slowly the picture clears
as i see myself once again, swaying in the wind.


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