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I don't know who you are anymore.
I spent years assuming.
I don't really know why
You've got the extreme beauty and power
You do.

Deep in the middle of the night
When I've managed to sneak myself in
To beginning to resemble you
I toss and turn
Wondering
If I should pay the man to water it down
And make it
Easier to stomach

I don't know anything anymore
I don't know if you are a friend
Or some unknown mysterious unity
I just keep breathing
Watching the pain have its say.
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(c) Fleur de Vie Weinstock, 2006.