I have to admit there is something about you.
But like a bad headache you ward me away.
Although like alcohol there is belief that I need you,
I’ve too much to tell me that couldn’t be true.
But then again, you’re you.
No sole mere metaphor will suffice.
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Author, blogger, painter, poet, schizophrenic, vitamin salesman. There's a shadow person living in my head is something I believe. Fiction. Digital art. Smalltime jobs. I do all these things. Bad biology is a lie. God is a robot. View all posts by Luke Meyer
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