are cynical about the day
do you feel examined
by every glance the famine
in every eye do you want
to be devoured or are
you just blissful unforgivably
blissful but in a loving way
do you sense we will never meet
having always known one another
do you often wake up
as some completely different person
who slowly fades back into you
with a warm and wicked grin
not yet not yet don’t turn me into him
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