Wednesday, 16 June 2004

i see me

like another me,
yet not like me,
she stares at me,
and only me.

who might she be,
who won't let me be?
this femme banshee,
who silent, sees.

this creature strange,
like a leech deranged,
sticks to the window pane,
and does not change.

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