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Alter Ego

After euthanizing Nancy, I decided to forget, all about that being fancy and I think that I should quit formulating other faces in this factory of mind, no , I can't be in four places, I must leave it all behind, Yes my mentor told me Monday, that this Sunday is the last, anniversary of Done Day, when I finished up the past, threw away the key to making molds of Mother and the guys, though I have a way of baking up a batch of sweet surprise Disconcerting things keep waking, in the cottage in my head Such a sweet world I was faking but I can't live there instead, someone needs to do the laundry, feed the dog and bake the bread, so I guess it's just a quandary, who I'll be until I'm dead.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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