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Clone
By Phalanx
We chase the sun
In a wax wing sort of way.
I replace myself with someone
I like better and focus the camera.
This is my stunt double,
Who turned the tricks I never could.
The said, is all I have.
The unsaid, I have not.
I wish I was a little of both.
One man, one vision,
Instead of mirrors turning on eachother.
As a replicant, you'll never know
Who I really am.
Neither will I.
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Copyright 2015 Phalanx
Published on Friday, February 27, 2015.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
When you wonder why I'm such an asshole just think to yourself, this is what I have to work with.Comments on "Clone"
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A former member wrote:
Enjoyed this one a lot. I like the honesty in it. and have to admit I suffer from a similar condition, haha. Nice write!
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A former member wrote:
I like the way you say it. If only I could make sense of the book that's being read to me. That core borne of reality. Sometimes I think people like us are more self-aware than most. Blessings & curses. Great creative-realist work as always Phalanx.
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