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Mar 2019
That's you, but not really.
See there? The bends and cracks?
That can't be you.
But you look the same.

I can no longer see what I used to.
Things are so different now.
That can't be me.
But I look the same.

Each time the image is seen,
It is no longer who we were.
That's us, but not really.
But we look the same.
Foxgopher
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