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Jul 2014
I lost myself this morning.
I got up to start the coffee ***
& when I returned,
I was gone.

This is going to be a really strange day.
Me not knowing where myself went
makes things a bit mystifying.

I mean,
how can I spend a whole day
not knowing where I went
& who's going to drink this java?
Jonny Angel
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