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Imposter Begets Imposter?
Who am I
why do I
when will I
where can I
Answers elude
My identity un-formed and crude
Mother pretends
The show never ends
Until the curtain is drawn
All the doors are closed and simulations suspend
I don't know who I am
Give anything to be sure
Stand firm in my convictions
On both sides of the door
No duplicity here
All masks removed
...Saturday 5th September 2020 10:19 pm
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