They say that there is someone
In this world who is identical to me
Who looks like me
Who you would think is me
But do they think like me
And like the things I like
Having similar tastes
Do they have things
That keep them up at night
That seem to continue to say
Those things you would
Rather forget
Or are they not accursed
And dream sweet things.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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