(un-Named) Unfinished Iii - Poem by Lauren Harper
I am me.
I am myself.
Yet I am someone else.
Fingers and toes belonging to my body, I know.
Daring dreams that could be affiliated with none but me.
Although foreign thoughts, planted like seeds, are where they are not meant to be.
Clawing at these alien objects within,
I search for separation.
For if I do not I will surely succumb to this horrid sensation.
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