Words Apart
Poems on the web. Thoughts and observations on the move.
Monday, 19 March 2012
Alias
I thought my life was my own
till I found you in it,
like a wasp in the jam.
I look in the mirror and see you.
I could almost be you,
if it weren’t for the hat
and the specs,
and that spot on your nose,
or is it mine?
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