it's what I do, I make people up, I give them names
and watch them squirm in some catastrophe or some
dilemma, you see, all along, it's what you did when
you invented me, us, characters in a spaghetti world
playing out someone's mind, re-inventing each other
and the writer who started all this now gone forever
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