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Sep 2016
I think I've always been the same
Merely hiding behind a different face each day
Pretending that I'm ending
Pretending that I'm new

And you can try to bend me,
I'll probably stay glued
in place
the way
you want me to

Me?
I don't know who that is
I thought I did
a dozen times
But every day, my mind
is changing

I don't know which way is which
My eyes are so far crossed that all I see is my nose
as it drips
And I'm tripping with each step,
I'm slipping
I'm forgetting
And I'm letting
myself
go
Arlo Disarray
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Arlo Disarray  In your imagination
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