the familiar place in my head

are you who you say that you are?
are you who you say that you are?
are you who you say you are?
the fact that we can't tell
makes us like you even more...

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old tricks to get back to old places...

theft

someone stole my cigarrettes: when i grabbed my pack, there were only two left.
i've consumed number two.
i have my cigars...
but it's not the same.

someone stole my images: when i sat to write, there were only faintly shadows.
i turned the light on, they flew.
i have my echoes,
but it's not the same.

just not the same.

unacceptably not. the. same.

give me back blah-blah. give or take, i don' t really mind.

just leave me somewhere so i feel like i used to feel - alive.