who is
this torrye I have become?
I took
the dog out last night
But I forgot
to bring him in
While my
house phone was
Ringing and
I’m bringing
Forward,
only love
To eat
and
to think for me
For I
don’t know this
Woman that
stands
Dressed in
my clothes
Licking the
mirror
Separating
her toes
Is she
me?
The old
me?
The new?
I can’t
seem to find my pocket Thesaurus
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